Pride Monday

to the folks in the closet
and the gays who are out
the bis and the trannies
or the drag queens who pout
for baton twirrling pansies
and the butchest bull dykes
or the castro clones
on their really cool bikes
get up off the barstools
let the revolution begin
and don’t let them tell you
our love is a sin
dance for the season
and drink one for pride
show off your love
there’s nothing to hide
when it’s pride is finished
for another whole year
rememeber it’s always
hip to be queer

Stock the bars with gin, vodka, and beer
Merry May’s over and Pride Month is here
It’s time for chickens to go dancing with bears
And hot shirtless wolves to go prancing on air
Let Stonewall grandaddies and upcoming twinks
the double vanilla and the hard core kinks
Gather together and strike a flame
to let everyone know that love’s not a shame
It looks like the White House supports us at last
but it doesn’t make up for policies of the past
Now let us marry the ones that we love
and know that it’s sanctioned below as above
So party my brothers — it’s that time of year
just remember it’s always most hip to be queer

Just Before Pride

I know. We’re just past Derby, weeks away from Memorial Day, and I’m already raising the flag for Pride. On the one hand, it’s never too early to get started, and on the other, we shouldn’t stop celebrating who we are.

Okay, maybe we do want to keep some stuff to ourselves most of the year. I’m down with that. If you’re a flame baton twirling Bear, you might not want to fire up the butane wands all that often. And even the butchest lesbian needs to take a break from the Bud Light on occasion.

Everyone comes from some unique place, and that makes up at least part of who we are. To not be gay, or Jewish, or African-American, or a blond is denying something very basic within, and that would be the worst travesty in life. There are, of course, many people who do it — to their own detriment I assure you.

So before Pride Month rolls around and you’re overtaken with all the fests and fetes without a second to do more than take a breath, take a moment to look inside and find that which makes you who you are. Then own it. In the words of RuPaul, “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love someone else?” Amen, Sister-friend.

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