Feels weird to be celebrating (even if only on the inside) at a time like this. But then I remember
Feels weird to be celebrating (even if only on the inside) at a time like this. But then I remember the fight that was fought to ensure people like me could someday celebrate themselves without having to be afraid. I think of Stonewall, I think of Black trans women who did The Work so they could guarantee life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to the outcasts. I think of the AIDS epidemic, and the apathy from the people in power. I think of the alarming rates of violence against Black people, but especially Black trans women. I think of the people I have loved. I think of the people I have lost. I think of intersectionality and collective liberation. All this to say, it’s a weird time to be alive (but holy hell also what a time to be alive) and the work is so far from being over but goddamn if I’m not gonna acknowledge the significance of this month. I will not get complacent, and I will continue hold myself and the people around me to better versions of ourselves until we can guarantee safety and freedom for all. Happy Pride, everyone. (at Magnolia, Seattle) https://www.instagram.com/p/CB3ceSwFaRn/?igshid=nspo63iudnzh -- source link