Proud
...Though Not Quite Loud Last year, just after Pride Month (much like this year!), I wrote an update post in which I mulled over the meaning of Pride, because it was important to me to make sure that I was actually, honest-to-goodness proud, and not just saying it. Well, this year (unlike last), I can confidently say that I am proud. See, I love being gay, I love being a boy, I love being effeminate, I love being a cross-dresser; but does this mean that I'm proud of these things? Not necessarily: it's possible to be ashamed of certain things we love (think guilty pleasures). And, indeed, there are entirely too many queer people out there who enjoy aspects of their queerness but still wish they were cis/hetero. And to confound matters further, I've been hesitant to make any strong statements in either direction because I did just spend a whole decade living as a woman and it turns out that was one big mistake. It's kind of funny, actually, as I remember typing on this bl...