Pride Month

I attended my first Pride twenty-one years ago, when I was eighteen and still trying to find language for myself, let alone a sense of belonging. I remember arriving with a mix of nerves and anticipation, unsure of what I would find and even less sure of how I might fit into it all. What met me instead was a warmth that felt almost disorienting in its kindness, a sense of collective joy that hummed through the streets, carried on laughter, music, and the soft, steady reassurance that I was not alone.