June is Pride month. And it only took me until mid-June to realize this.
Being out for nearly six months, what is pride to me? The truth is, I have no idea.
I listen to the stories from friends and read them in magazines and I can't fully relate. Must I be a victim of a hate crime or discrimination then arise from it stronger to fully appreciate being proud? Can I be proud only in the face of opposition?
I know one thing for sure: I'm proud of myself for coming out. Does that mean I'm proud of being gay? Or that I had the courage to be open and honest about myself? Is that one in the same?
Hopefully things will become clear when I attend the New York City Pride parade.. or more blurred because of the alcohol. Either or.