My rural, conservative county had their first pride festival today.
The second that it was announced, there suddenly was a churchy festival claiming that they were THE freedom event of the day. And that THEY were the only one that was an event of freedom and love.
I reported some vile posts on Facebook claiming some nasty shit on the pride event. They had to amp up security due to threats. Signs guiding people to the event were stolen.
I grew up with active shooter drills. Lockdowns. My mind was racing with every possible outcome. How I would escape if needed. Fear and worry beating through my heart, but the optimism rang just as loud.
I got to the event today. And-
It was... wonderful.
They had resource booths. Church booths. Political booths. Book booths. Accessibility to all. Art vendors. Food vendors. Kids games. Breastfeeding tents. Entertainment. Independent vendors. Food vendors. First aid. Bubbles. Storytime. Pride flags. Pizza. Youth clubs. Yoga.
Hope.
Aside from the heat... It was magical. It felt like a little slice of hope and heart in the middle of a sea of red.
In the midst of the darkness - there is a light.
People were so kind. I got a lot of compliments. I felt safe. I felt like I could dance in the sunshine and others would feel safe enough to join.
Gay marriage was legalized nationwide when I was in high school. I knew people who got grounded or disowned for coming out. I knew some vile things thrown around. We didn't have pride here because it wasn't safe. We just held close to the people we knew who were safe.
I know people who had a change of heart and mind. Those who have opened their homes. Who carry little rainbows on their sleeves. Those who hold the rainbow flag after years of snapping hatred. Forgiveness and learning. Little acts of progress only help to build change. Those who challenge the status quo. Those little acts of defiance.
There is hope for rural communities. Please don't write us off and out of pride.
There is strength. There is progress. There is courage. There is hope and there is light for communities like mine. It takes little acts of defiance. It takes courage.
There is hope for us in rural towns. God, there is light.
Happy pride, y'all. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
My rural, conservative county had their second pride festival today.
I thought this year the church event wouldn't pop up again, but it did. (Despite barely any advertising the event. They decided that the best day to put up fliers to advertise was YESTERDAY for an event TODAY.) Same time as last year - same time as pride. This group had decided to wait until pride announced their date for the church group to announce their date. Second year in a row they did this. Pride announced their date in January and started advertising then. The church group announced their event the following week, in early February. They started advertising earlier this week. In June.
The people putting on the church event came into my work yesterday and asked to put up a flier. We took one, to be civil. We put community event fliers up all the time. They then asked us to sign another piece of paper (basically saying that we support their group and their event). Which, idk it felt like the church group felt insecure in their event. (This is the first time we were asked to do something like this. Every other flier we get doesn't come with strings attached.) My coworker told them that we were supporting another event that day and they left without our small business on their list. We put their flier in an alternate location (trash) after they'd asked us to sign that sheet.
This year I didn't see any vile things posted on Facebook (unless I happened to block all the accounts I saw last year posting that garbage). Last year someone/a group of people stole the signs leading to pride - this year I saw the signs as I got there and as I left. Streamers and balloons still attached. Last year an out-of-state hate group tried to send our pride event threats to get us to stop. We just added security and kept on. This year? Not a threat.
Last year I went as an ally with buttons on my bag. This year I stuck my mini ace and bi flags in the side pocket of my bag and covered my bag and shortalls with buttons. I've identified as bi/ace for a while, but today was the first day I wore those colors on my sleeve.
We're still adapting pride to make it more accessible than last. We're still signing people up to vote. Church booths were handing out free goodies and popsicles. One of them handed out temporary tattoos.
Last year we signed a rainbow flag. This year we signed a trans flag with the letters PROTECT TRANS YOUTH sewn into the middle three stripes.
I heard someone introducing her wife to someone they'd just met. I saw some kids in tutus and crowns racing through an inflatable obstacle course as it started to rain, giggling as they slid out the other end. There was a booth for a newly formed group for trans individuals in my part of the state (most of this area is flooded in red counties).
There was someone in a fursuit, another in a Peach cosplay. One person asking another if they had a hair tie to tie their bi flag across their back like a cape. One of my coworkers waved at me as she ran after her kids. I huddled with a few others when the rain started getting heavier, protecting a vendor's art from the rain.
We're still here despite the rain that started. We'll outlast the storm.
Dammit, we're not going anywhere.
There were several times today I wanted to cry. Despite it all. Despite all of what's happened and what is happening. We're still happy. We're still thriving. We're still growing.
We're still here.
Despite the red around us. Despite the storm - there's a faint rainbow that's shown up in the sky.
Together we rise, together we fight.
But tonight, during a brief moment of stillness, we will dance with the fireflies.
There's still a fighting spirit. There's still hope for us in this sea of red.
There's a larger community here than you may think. Don't let that doubt sink in.
I know things are a lot more rough right now than this time last year. But know that there are still people in the smallest of towns fighting for change.
There's hope. There's life here. There's joy and community. A community that only gets stronger with each passing day.
But most of all, there's resistance here. We will stay here and we won't back down.
Happy pride, y'all. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️













