Miracles do still happen, I got the Saturday off for London Pride. Anyone who has known me over the past few years might be surprised that a) I’m planning to go, or b) that I’ve even noticed when it is.
There’s been a shift, especially in the last year or so. In terms of struggles with my sexuality, I know I had a fairly easy time in comparison. Such is my non-affiliatory nature (oh God, I was given a Union membership form the other day!) that I’ve always been loath to define myself by my sexuality. That ship has sailed though, most areas of my life are affected by being a lesbian, I’m out at work and to my family, I am quite proud in a low-key sort of way. It won’t make the haters hate us any less, but instead of getting uptight I’ve decided to go to two of the biggest and best parties of the year with my dearest friends and just have a freakin’ good time. I may not be changing exactly, but I am evolving. I’ll still have to grit my teeth when presented with Stonewall’s latest superficial cause, but I’m never going to be militant and that I can live with.
Not to mention that Brighton Pride falls during my scheduled long weekend. FTW!