What does pride mean to me? It means a lot, in all actuality. To me, it means being proud of who I am a cis-gendered male who is straight. I can be proud of who I am without fear. Why is that? I will tell you why that is, it's because my whole existence isn't under attack every day. I don't have people in the streets protesting my right to love or to even live. That in and of itself makes me angry. So angry that my family and friends have to live this way. We don't choose who we love.
My mother has been in a lesbian relationship with the same woman for the last fifteen years. Their wedding is in July, I will be giving my mother away that day. I can not wait to celebrate with them that day. Just like I do every pride parade, every pride mouth. It will be one hell of a celebration, that I can assure you all. My mother Raven and Astrid actually met the parade, my mother was tending the booth she had set up to raise awareness for LBGTQ+ teen in trouble. Also to let them know they had a place to come if they were homeless and afraid.
I love that my mother has taught me how to give unconditional love to all my friends, the same way that she does. I wouldn't be capable of such compassion if it weren't for her, the way she nurtured and loved me unconditionally. With her, as a strong role model for young LBGTQ+ persons in this community. I know she can empower each and every one of them to be their best self. I have seen it first hand from every person that has come to stay in her shelter. They may enter a little broken but they leave ready to take on the world, knowing that they are loved and have a family.