I love San Diego and am proud to live here. It’s truly a wonderful place. We celebrate pride a few weeks after the other two large cities in the state. The scheduling gives us a chance to pop up to LA and San Francisco should we desire, and gives those up there the opportunity for a third celebration.
I’ve attended many a parade and festival. I’ve been in the parade a number of times. This year we had planned to go have breakfast on the parade route then escape to a friend’s pool party and have a quiet time with forty people enjoying the company in a quieter setting.
Instead we are moving today! Not ourselves but our niece & nephew. They recently closed on their first home and due to scheduling, today’s the day. Family is family and we are not going to leave them hanging. So we will miss the parade but we will still get out for a walk later this evening to see the festivities and a few friends along the way.
What, actually, is the meaning of Pride? As is my usual corse of action when I’m contemplating a word, a meaning, I think of my perception then look up the actual definition.
Pride is a good term for holding ones esteem high but I found a term that better fits me and what I feel as a gay man:
Worthy of honor or respect, that nails it. A good healthy self esteem about myself, about my culture, my tribe. Today I will feel dignity. I will honor myself, community, achievements, neighbors, friends and society. We have taken yet another step forward toward respecting diversity this year, a big step. I will celebrate life and all the colors of it.
May you have a Fearsomely Happy Pride Y’all!