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Before pride month ends, I wanted to speak about pride personally.
At its core, pride is personal. The result of it is in the love we are able to find and make, in our own little beautiful ways.
My pride is personal.
My love has a name.
His name is Jake.
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At its core, pride is personal. The result of it is in the love we are able to find and make, in our own little beautiful ways.
My pride is personal.
My love has a name.
His name is Jake.
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I met Jake just before pride month last year. He died just before it this year.
I loved him the year in between.
Pride is that I finally fell in love and didn't hate myself for it.
Pride is that a boy's smile melted me and, finally, I let it.
Pride is belonging in his arms.
I loved him the year in between.
Pride is that I finally fell in love and didn't hate myself for it.
Pride is that a boy's smile melted me and, finally, I let it.
Pride is belonging in his arms.
We watched Love, Simon and I cried when the mom, on learning her son is gay, says he deserves to get to be himself.
I felt embarrassed. But the truth is both of us were told, and told ourselves, that we didn't.
I'd never heard those words aloud.
We first kissed that night.
I felt embarrassed. But the truth is both of us were told, and told ourselves, that we didn't.
I'd never heard those words aloud.
We first kissed that night.
We drove across the country together and stopped in our hometowns.
I remember sitting on the floor of a childhood bedroom where a scared kid fought and lost a million battles with himself.
Through tears that boy told his boyfriend he never thought he'd know love like this.
I remember sitting on the floor of a childhood bedroom where a scared kid fought and lost a million battles with himself.
Through tears that boy told his boyfriend he never thought he'd know love like this.
Pride is not just a parade float, or a hashtag, or rainbow pin.
It is both of you holding hands without speaking.
It is waking before him and whispering 'I love you' in early sunlight.
It is 3am baking and happy tears in parking garages and eleven seasons of Drag Race.
It is both of you holding hands without speaking.
It is waking before him and whispering 'I love you' in early sunlight.
It is 3am baking and happy tears in parking garages and eleven seasons of Drag Race.
Pride is the understanding that you deserve a true love story.
You.
You deserve to walk hand-in-hand with a beautiful soul in the early warmth of a Sunday morning and think 'this is it'.
A brilliant boy with a smile like morning light taught me that.
You.
You deserve to walk hand-in-hand with a beautiful soul in the early warmth of a Sunday morning and think 'this is it'.
A brilliant boy with a smile like morning light taught me that.
I don't know how I found him. I don't know why I lost him.
But I know I only got the chance because both of us came to love ourselves, and be proud of what we loved.
There is only one thing that would break me more than the night I lost him.
It's if I never knew loving him.
But I know I only got the chance because both of us came to love ourselves, and be proud of what we loved.
There is only one thing that would break me more than the night I lost him.
It's if I never knew loving him.
Pride is in whatever tiny, beautiful, all-encompassing love you find.
Because you deserve to find it.
My partner, and my best friend, once told me I deserved to feel loved.
I want to tell you that you do too.
Because you deserve to find it.
My partner, and my best friend, once told me I deserved to feel loved.
I want to tell you that you do too.
Much of your story will be things you don't always decide.
Some of the worst things you will ever know are things you don't get a say in.
You get a say in loving yourself. You get a say in letting yourself love.
The part you get to write deserves to be beautiful.
Be proud
Some of the worst things you will ever know are things you don't get a say in.
You get a say in loving yourself. You get a say in letting yourself love.
The part you get to write deserves to be beautiful.
Be proud
