Today is the beginning of Pride Month, the month set aside to commemorate the Stonewall riots and the subsequent fight for civil rights for LGBTQIA+ community across the globe and to celebrate the contributions Queer people have made to society. It’s the month where marches, parades and parties are held. Companies slap pride flags and colours on their brands and include Queer people in their marketing. Governments and civil society organisations usually silent on LGBTQIA+ rights, use the month to bolster their ally credentials. If this sounds cynical, that’s because it’s supposed to be. Pride month has descended into a month filled with frivolous parties and rainbow themed merchandise and memes. Don’t get me wrong, I love me a good party and rainbow branded bottle of champagne. But that seems to be all we do during this month. And this year in particular, it feels so wrong to be in celebration mode.
Our world is so dark right now. It feels damn near apocalyptic; with a global pandemic, record level economic decline, political unrest, world leaders dividing and not uniting their citizens and the continued erosion of hard fought civil rights for marginalised communities all over the world including Black people, Indigenous peoples and LGBTQIA+ people. I feel an incredible weight on my soul right now. The sadness and hopelessness I have been grappling with is threatening to take over. I can’t justify celebrating anything right now.
What I can do is promise myself to examine why I am feeling so black and figure out how to deal with it. I can take this month to re-ignite the flame in my soul that is struggling to shine in the darkness. However that may happen, be it more posts or some other output, I will find that pride within myself again.
Until then, in the spirit of faking it until you make it, let me end this with a smile and say Happy Pride!