London Ontario Pride Parade...



I attended my first ever pride parade over the weekend. When I went in to work today to share my experience, I got a comment that I really wasn't expecting.

"Why would YOU go to a pride parade?"

I don't owe anyone an explanation, by any means, the answer is simple. I am proud. I love love. I am also completely not gay but I have some very dear people close to me who are and every time I wished someone a happy pride day, I thought of each one of those people.

Unfortunately, the world probably won't change for a very long time.  There are always going to be those people who are offended.  Love isn't going anywhere, so if you don't have anything nice to say, then shut your hole don't say anything at all.

My little brother came out when he was 16 years old.  When I first found out, I have to admit I was a little disappointed. I just kept thinking how I could accept the lifestyle from other people but having to deal with it in my family was disappointing.  Looking back now, I realize I wasn't a complete asshole - I was just terrified.
We met the friendliest people at Pride. My face still hurts from smiling so much! I didn't even get a chance to frown - not even once!

I told my brother that I knew, that I loved him and most importantly not to tell our dad.  The next day (or it seemed like it anyway) he told our dad who probably also was disappointed and terrified (even though he will never admit it) and kicked him out of the house.

My brother moved in with me and Mason for a while and then moved away to live in Toronto where he is now a queen superstar Eve Summers.

The parade was magical. There were colours, and balloons and bubbles and free candy and condoms...and dogs!

I loved the dogs! They were probably my favourite.  One poor overheated pooch came and sat beside me in the shade.  I wanted to keep him forever, even though his body was as big as mine and he was probably still a baby!
Bubbles and puppies and tutus...This will be me reincarnated.


This dog had the biggest tongue that I have ever seen!

 So I went to the pride parade that day because I am proud.  I am proud at how far we've come. I'm proud of all the people I know who had to come out to their dads.  I am proud that I know what love is.

I couldn't agree more...I also want to ride in a wagon in a parade. This is one of those dreams that just didn't happen for me.


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