One weekend during my blog absence, I was lying alone in bed. I had things to do but couldn’t be bothered. It was one of those lazy moments.
Raven had gone on holiday with her dad the night before and I would have a week alone with my thoughts, at least on the evenings.
As I browsed through my social media, I was reminded that our local Pride Festival was on, the same one that I took mom last year. I jumped out of bed and got dressed ready to go. I didn’t have company but I didn’t care: I just wanted to be there.
Doncaster Pride is safe and familiar. The people are kind and ready to have a good time. For the first time in years, I was out on my own and it was fantastic! It was much bigger than last year and so much fun.
I met one of Raven’s friends, gave him a nice hug and we took a picture to send her. She replied straight away saying we were gorgeous and she was proud of me for going like that.
I also texted mom and let her know I was there, thinking of her. We chatted for a while while I sat on a deck chair, listening to a rock band play on the second stage (one of the new additions).
I had a few drinks, watched a few shows, sang along, ate some great junk food and took the bus home around 10pm. I would have stayed longer but the night parties do require company. It’s a different ball game altogether.
I got back home a little drunk and totally happy. I am proud indeed of who I am, of the decisions I made, of my daughter and, above all, of my sexuality. Because of this, here’s a picture of me – for the first time unedited – as I got ready to go.