It’s been a little odd leading a pride project as a straight-presenting person. It’s given me an opportunity to reflect on a part of my identity I don’t often let out into the open – not necessarily in a closeted way, but it just never felt like anyone else’s business.
I’m really aware of the privilege of being in a straight-presenting relationship and having the choice of whether or not I share that part of myself, but the flip side of that is feeling unable to fully step into queer spaces and feel like I belong there.
I’ve always known who I am, but growing up I didn’t know there was a word for it. To be quite honest I always felt like I was the ‘normal’ one – it seems crazy to me that people can know who they’re going to be attracted to based on gender when there’s so many more interesting things to know about people.
I’m in awe – and maybe a little envious – of the next generation; fiercely proud of themselves and loudly claiming their place in the world.
I think my ideal would be that none of it matters – ‘a person loves another person’ should not be news. But we’re not there yet, that’s the thing. About a dozen of us kicked off the Pride celebrations in Cheadle on Friday night and got accosted by the local street preacher trying to save our souls from sin. An older guy in the market square today demanded to know whether I was born in the Moorlands, as if me and my pink hair had no right to claim it as home otherwise.
So yeah. Interesting times, lots to think about. But what a privilege to spend the afternoon soaking up stories of love for the Moorlands and love for each other. First dates, first kisses, wedding celebrations, family outings, and special memories, all coming together in beautiful co-created artwork. Can’t wait to see where this goes next ❤️❤️