Coming out as bi (there wasn’t a word for pan that I knew of back in 1997) was no big deal for the most part. My mom was bisexual and pretty willing to talk about it and at a young age I just realized that any type of person can be beautiful. It did lose me my childhood best friend, who promptly stopped speaking to me after I told her, and had her new cheerleader best friend inform me that I was out and she was in. This was pretty small taters compared to what a lot of kids go through and it helped teach me that I just had no choice but to be myself and find my squad.
Rainbow Alphabet Friends, we all need you for the party. You are indispensable, gorgeous, lovable, worthy, and there are safe spaces for you. I’m one of them.
Show your colors. Resist. Find your pirate crew and hold fast. Be full of love and be proud. I’m here with you. Happy Pride!