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. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️












