Proud to be, proud to be me.

[judecorp]

Between all of the events of this weekend, Pride, and watching the HBO version of The Laramie Project by Moises Kaufman, I am feeling very blessed, very fortunate, and I don't think I can explain any of it in words.

I love who I am, and I'm thankful to everyone who has touched my life, because they are all a part of everything I am. Thanks so much to my wonderful father, the best big brother in the universe, a number of amazing friends, and every person I've ever shared my heart with.

I was contemplating in the shower that I don't know if I would be where I am right now if I hadn't come to Columbus. They say that Coming Out is a process, but mine would have continued to be academic if I hadn't come here and gotten as hands on as I did (and I mean by work and volunteering, not... other things), and I don't know that I would have done so as rapidly if I'd stayed in New England. Coming so far away and having to learn a whole new place and meet all different people was exactly what I needed.

I'm thankful to A. for taking me on this journey. Even though he probably looks back a year or two and thinks, "What the fuck happened?"

I love me. And I love you.

~//~

Dad: What did you do today?
Me: I went to Pride.
Dad: Oh. The Queer Parade.
Me: Yep.
Dad: Did you see where there's a group that wants to reclaim the word "gay"?
Me: No. You mean make it only mean "happy"?
Dad: Must be some Right Wing bullshit.
Me: I'm glad there's no other definition for "lesbian."