What gay pride means to me

Every June, communities across the world celebrate Pride, also known as “Gay Pride” or “LGBTQ Pride.” For many it’s a celebration of identity, representing freedom of expression and freedom from social oppression. To me, Pride is about illuminating the LGBTQIA2S+ community and giving us the spotlight to shine. For so long, we’ve been marginalized and discriminated against, but this month puts that in reverse and allows for joy to shine through.

Gay Pride offers visibility and solidarity to those still in the shadows - those afraid to come out, those longing for acceptance for who they truly are, those hoping for a future where they can be their genuine selves without fear of violence, judgment, hatred, or death. What does Pride mean to you beyond Pride Month? For me, Pride is about finding the courage to live truthfully every day — as a gay immigrant, as someone who grew up in a deeply religious community, a person of color, and as a person still learning to embrace every part of myself.

Gay pride for me is about accepting myself for who I am and embracing my identity with pride.

It’s a reminder that I am not what, and that there gay millions of people who share similar experiences and feelings. Joy brings light and hope into our beings, and when we have those things, we are able to make God manifest in the world. Our tradition teaches us to be proud of ourselves, and to believe in all we can accomplish.

It is a space of telepathic empathy, a space where one another understands the complications that come with being true about oneself in a world that still continues to reject queerness. Note: This blog post was featured as part of our Hesh bonHodesh : Tamuz monthly newsletter. I myself had these feelings of not wanting to accept who I was or to see my value as being made in the Image of God.

Has it always been easy to be openly gay for me? Peter Mazloumian Head of Copy, Socialize I feel that nowadays when people think of Pride their minds default to rainbow parades. Be proud of yourself. I remember it clearly. I pridefully dunked on the downs, on the prides of accepting the fact that I am not like anyone else walking this earth. I had enough of that to last a lifetime.

But a battle so many of us went through. The restaurant where I was working hosted its annual private party, thrown by a straight woman. You are made in the Image of God and, despite whatever differences make up the mosaic of you, it is worthy of celebration. Written By Amanda Zahui B. My Mum utilised this as an opportunity to tell me why they were marching — they were people who loved people who were the same sex as them.

That tranquil feeling I once had — that sense of freedom and belonging — felt drowned out by noise. Now, all these years later, Pride means something different. There is no other flag with all the colors, there is room for all of us. I am proud of the struggles that I once barely could understand and that I have now have crushed- basically slam-dunked them. If one person is proud it does not mean that someone else needs to feel less.

Are we perfect as a community? I am attuned to the suffering of people. Pride is a time that celebrates visibility and means. We are prideful. But, that is the beautiful part of it.

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For me, Pride means strength in numbers. To love the most powerful creature on this earth, the woman. But in reality, it is not that simple. I do not hide that I am a Jew. Back then, Pride was about freedom.