06/03/2019
June is Pride month, and as a result, every June, my first real kiss always pops into my head. The first kiss I had with my first girlfriend. Not because of some decade old, lingering feelings but because it was in that tiny, yet life changing moment, 10+ years ago, that for the first time, I felt like me.
❤️Pride reminds me of the first, second, and third time I had my heart broken, because I had finally experienced the feelings that I only pretended to have when I gushed about boys during high school sleepovers and in college dorm rooms.
🧡It reminds me of the first time I tried to come out to my family and someone told me, “oh honey, maybe it’s just a phase. Try dating a man. You’ll be fine.”
💛Pride reminds me of the version of me that was scared of saying, “I am a le***an,” to anyone, including to the girl in the mirror.
💚It reminds of me of the late night google searches that started with, “how do I know if I’m gay?” and watching too many episodes of “South of Nowhere,” praying for the day I could experience what the characters on that show did.
💙But, as I sit here, knowing that I’m out at my workplace, to all my family and friends, and now to almost 1,800 of you...pride reminds me of how far I’ve come to walk in my truth, and how 10 year old, questioning me, is so happy to see where I am today...OUT & PROUD. 🌟
💜To my LGBTQ+ family, wherever you are in your coming out story, I’m on the other side of that closet welcoming you and cheering you on. 🌈 Happy Pride Month, fam. I love you.
Photo is from my first Pride in LA 2014 with my soul sister and best friend, . 🐝