Pride thing

So I went to our local museum on the first of the month, they organized an event celebrating the emergence of pride month and I was invited by Destiny so I decided I'd go when I usually wouldn't. I have expressed views on kind of abstaining from celebrating pride as it sorta feels like a month where all the corporations and all the consumers and the crazies come out and make a mess everywhere and market and get drunk; it upsets me so that even on the one month that's for us, we are being exploited. 

However, this year was off to a crazy start. I managed to get my mom to come with me and right off the bat a lady at one of the tables notices her and greets her warmly, I find out my mom has been attending a group for parents of queer children and this blew me back. I never would have thought my mom would take such measures to try and understand me. Thank you, Mom. 

it was then that I noticed the current exhibition at the museum was celebrating the rich music culture of El Paso. Layers of history funneling into me, there was the punk section and I was frozen where I stood, soaking in our ancestors of revolution, of destruction for a better tomorrow, the awakened, the disruptors. I change here. I know my importance in the movement seeing it here. We are heard and immortalized here, even for a moment. I then saw a moshpit at the Bellair High School circa 1987 being projected on the big wall and just watched.

Another important thing that happened was the native American exhibition specifically delving into queer and two-spirit natives. it was wonderful knowing that not only do I belong this way physically and mentally, but spiritually too? I heard an oral history by someone from the Apache tribe who I know my family to be descendent of.  I belong here. This belongs to me. I was meant to be this way, but I may have already known this.

You might've been able to tell that I'm a very sentimental individual by now, 

that being said, the day concluded with me and Des making paper dolls of ourselves that would be placed dancing on the wall between our rooms. 

it was all a beautiful day, dense with more significance than usual. For pretty much the first time, I feel actual pride. I hope this was uplifting to read and maybe even infectious. You also belong. Happy pride to all and to all a good gay,

Much love, 

-moon

[gay liberation art from tumblr. could not find artists, please lmk.]

remember content is not culture, don't consume or be marketed to. make something, idiot.