Day 8 - Pride
Today was Portland Pride.
I just didn’t feel motivated today. Maybe it was because I got in late again last night - two nights in a row - and I’m starting to feel it. (I think my Inner Tigger is bouncing less for the moment.) That’s OK. It was a nice day, and I got to see some friends along the way. I also got my laundry done.
But with Pride comes the feeling that I am lucky to live in a day and age when being gay isn’t something I need to hide. There are a number of things that I would change about myself if I had the power to do it. Being gay isn’t one of them.
So today, I’m grateful for Portland Pride, and Pride celebrations everywhere.