'We will not win our rights by staying quietly in our closets.'
Harvey Milk
I've referenced the story of my coming out on the site many times over the years. I came out late, I was in my early 20's. I was studying at University, and started hanging out with a new group of friends. Although a few of old friends knew, or guessed that I was gay, it wasn't until I asked my high school sweetheart to marry me, that I knew it was time.
She, after awhile, was understanding, but it was difficult at first. As for telling others, compared to telling her, it was relatively easy. I wasn't one of those kids who always knew I was gay. I knew I was different, but it really wasn't until I was in my late teens that I really put all the pieces together. Of course once the puzzle was put together, it all looked so obvious, but sometimes you have to see the finished picture to fully appreciate the beauty of what just is.
It's always been in my nature to be empathetic. I always found myself championing those who were marginalized, isolated and discriminated against. I remember watching PRIDE events on the news when I was a kid. My older brother would make some derogatory comment, which of course I had to respond to. After I first came out, I wasn't really that drawn to public PRIDE events. Although I'd found general acceptance from my family and friends, I felt a little unworthy given how long it took me to come out.
It wasn't until a few years later, when I finally attended my first PRIDE parade, and more importantly, saw the importance of the even. Each year since, it seemed public support and respect for PRIDE event grew and grew. That was of course, until about 10 years ago. This of course, is when the Orange anus and right wing extremist were astonishingly welcomed back into the mainstream, and giving them power.
Over the last few years, this year in particular, PRIDE seems under attack. I even seen some in the LGBTQIA2S+ giving their hate air. They on the extreme right fight with specific talking points, this year, complaining about it being a month long celebration. First of all, few of us celebrate 24/7 for a month, but the duration of the event is really not important. What is important, is that we don't yield, not an inch, not a day, not an hour.

We all should know, that even if we scaled back, to a weekend, a day, or even just an hour, our PRIDE would always be too much, and always something others tried to dampen with bigotry and hate. One thing my experiences have taught me, is that PRIDE isn't really about us. Sure, in the moment, at the parade or party it is. Ultimately though, PRIDE is about all of those not able to celebrate. Those still in the closet like I was, those who live in place, and within families where being prideful is dangerous. It for all those people watching, that we must not give in, or relent even a minute or second of our month.

When I was thinking of this year's
PRIDE, I knew exactly who to ask about sharing his visuals. Ever since first seeing his work, I've seen and sensed, not his his pride, but his pure joy of being, of celebrating, and of sharing his true self.
Axie has such a welcoming presence in front of the camera, and exhibits so many qualities that I respect and admire, especially during this time of year. Thanks Axie for sharing these themed and event images from your own personal statements of
PRIDE.