(cross posted, with minor edits, from my personal facebook, after a solid half-dozen posts over the course of the weekend about pride.)
So, semi-serious post-pride post: why the fuck did this straight girl make such a big deal about going to pride for the first time? My gender presentation (short hair, androgynous style) is _utterly_ unremarkable in San Francisco. It’s one of the reasons I moved here. But it was SO NOT [unremarkable] when I was growing up.
A whole lot of people, including much of my high school and my parents, thought I was probably a lesbian when I was in high school. (Town of 30k in [deep south state where you can barely get an abortion]). They just didn’t have anywhere else in their brain to file someone who looked and acted like I did. The folks in the town (of more like 10k) where I went to middle school just thought I was fucking weird, though nobody said lesbian to my face till I was older. Once, when I was in high school, my father and I were fighting, and he screamed “Why can’t you just LOOK NORMAL” in my face. (He has since denied that he ever did that. But no, that happened.)
But I had the internet. And I knew places like San Francisco existed. I don’t honestly know how, but I knew Pride Parades existed. The fact of their existence was comforting to me, and a light to swim towards out of the shitty fundamentalist, close-minded, evangelical deep south bullshit that I was mired in as a minor with very little control over my life. I went into science, swimming as hard away from religion and the south that I could. I eventually moved to San Francisco.