Yesterday was a couple of things, firstly it was Independence Day for those across the pond *waves*, it was also the opening stage of the Tour de France *wishes she’d kept Cancellara in her fantasy team* and Pride. Pride is one of those times of year when I feel like a very bad lesbian as I don’t particularly agree with the whole thing.
Not the concept of pride, I suppose I’m ‘proud’ of my sexuality… not quite sure why but hey, everyone should feel proud when they rock someone’s world regardless of whoever or whatever you sleep with. I guess the more appropriate word is ‘unashamed’ – I’m not ashamed by my sexuality, I’ve never really had the cause to be because it’s not anyone’s business and I’m okay with people having an issue with it. Maybe that’s it, I don’t feel the need to tell people but I won’t deny it.
The thing that doesn’t sit well for me is the marching through the streets thing, sure twenty-years ago but now? Make it a festival that celebrates diversity, that’d be more apt because I don’t see how labelling something and making it an issue helps with anything. I’ve told the story before about how a work-colleague said that they “didn’t see me as a lesbian”, they “saw me as Steph” and that’s how I like it – my sexuality is a non-issue, there are many, many more interesting things that make up who I am, and probably more interesting labels that if you’re so inclined you could apply to me (left handed, ginger,
There’s a weird pressure on people to define who they are, what they are and how they are – I don’t understand why this need exists and I never will. I also can’t believe I’m the only person who thinks like this and I know this sort of thing makes people angry and will upset people but it upsets me that people can’t just be okay with being themselves and have to make issues out of non-issues.