This past week was the anniversary of the Stonewall Rebellion in NYC's Greenwich Village -- also known, more widely, as Pride. I read Georgie's thoughtful post (over at Three Rivers Anthology) about why Pride doesn't particularly resonate with her, and it got me thinking about why it does, for me.
Another, albeit minor issue is, I am not proud to be gay. I don't know for sure, but I don't think straight folks are proud to be straight either. I have never understood it. It feels like being proud because I have blue eyes. I am not any one thing and my sexuality is just a part of who I am. Plus I didn't really have much to do with it. I've been this way for as long as I can remember. I can't really take credit for anything.
Maybe I've been studying for the GRE too much, and it's got me thinking in terms of antonyms. But the thing is, I am proud to be gay -- sort of. Mostly what I am is not ashamed. Which, if shame and pride are opposites, I suppose makes me proud. It's also, I think, why straight people aren't proud to be straight -- no one is telling them they should be ashamed.