I thought we'd all be marching together, like at Trans March. Anyway, I was disappointed to see that most of the parade consisted of mega corporations showing their brands with rainbows. Where were they twenty years ago? I have an inkling they were firing people for being gay. And five years ago, a lot of them were still firing people for being trans. I think.
And where was the trans representation? I get bummed out and left. It's 2015, and the T is still silent. The B is, too. I was over it.
Here's where things get fun. I was on South Street, and some gnarly dyke told me she was going to beat the piss out of me. And she called me a "shim." Seriously, I was walking on the sidewalk, keeping to myself, and I heard, "I'm gonna knock that b---h out!" and so on, and "Oh, that's a f---in shim!" It took me a moment to realized this was being directed at me. It's nice to know that even on pride day I can't feel safe. And from another queer, no less! This really, really upset me.
So I went to my volunteer job, made a bee line to the bathroom, and cried my eyes out for a long time. Between this and being looked down upon two nights before, at a birthday party full of gay men, I realized this "LGBT" thing is a sham. It's a brand. Trans people are really not wanted in all of this, so F 'em. I was so mad that I threw my rainbow flag in the trash.
Some All of my friends at work are really, really sweet. I love that place. Some of them were very, very supportive and consoling, and I got a very long, warm, squeezy hug. That's just what I needed, as I continued to cry my eyes out.