🏳️‍🌈 A Queer Survival Guide to Pride Month (And Things I’m No Longer Apologizing For)

 

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Disclaimer (for the blog post itself):

This post is equal parts glitter, rage, and radical self-love. If unapologetic queerness offends you more than injustice, I suggest taking that up with a mirror—not me. Comments rooted in homophobia, transphobia, or tired theology will be deleted without response. I am not a debate club. I am a person.

This is only my second Pride Month living fully, loudly, and unapologetically as me—and I plan on being just that: loud. Chaotic. Annoyingly proud. Not because I owe anyone an explanation, but because I finally stopped apologizing for existing.

And to be honest? I’m tired. Tired of the recycled talking points. Tired of the faux concern from people who think their prejudice is holy. Tired of hearing “But I just don’t agree…” as if my life is up for debate.

So in honor of Pride—and in defiance of every person who told me to stay small—here’s my official Queer Survival Guide, ft. Things I Am Absolutely Done Apologizing For.

☁️ 1. Pride Month Energy: Chaotic. Queer. Unbothered.

This year, I’m not going to whisper. I’m not going to shrink. I’m not going to censor myself so fragile egos stay intact.

You don’t get to shame me into silence and then call it “freedom.” That’s not how this works. Not anymore.

🧼 2. Things I’m No Longer Apologizing For:

• Wanting to exist fully and not just in pieces you can digest.
• Being loud about joy after spending years silent in shame.
• Dressing for myself, not for your comfort.
• Having boundaries—even when that means muting “well-meaning” family members.
• Not debating my humanity. (Google is free, Brenda.)

🚩 3. Red Flag of the Month:

“I don’t care what you do, but…”

That “but” is always doing heavy lifting.

Translation: I’m about to tell you why your existence makes me uncomfortable, but I want to pretend it’s coming from love.

Miss me with that. I’ve got parades to attend and lives to live.

💬 4. Clapback Choices (because I’m generous like that):

Pick your fave:

• “Jesus never mentioned queer people, but He had a lot to say about hypocrites. Wanna keep going?”
• “Your discomfort isn’t a crisis. It’s just your worldview being challenged.”
• “If seeing queer joy offends you more than seeing injustice, I don’t need your theology—I need you to log off.”

💖 5. A Pride Permission Slip, Signed by Me:

You are allowed to take up space.

You are allowed to be loud.

You are allowed to be fully you—even if that makes someone else uncomfortable.

(Just maybe not the homophobic bigots. They can sit this one out.)

👗 6. If I Had No Limits…

My Pride fit would be a full slay: bikini top, cute skirt, wedge sandals, big earrings, colorful hair accessories—and a matching fit for Oliver, obviously. Because he’s an ally with style.

🎶 7. Theme Song?

Born This Way by Lady Gaga. Loud. Legendary. On repeat.

🏳️‍⚧️ 8. Final Thoughts (aka the emotional gut punch):

I’m proud of myself. For showing up. For embracing my truth.

I’m proud of my wife, who’s walked with me and loved me through every version of me.

This Pride, I’m not just celebrating who I am now.

I’m celebrating every version of me who didn’t think this kind of joy was possible.

Let them say what they want. Let them fume.

I’m not here to be digestible.

I’m here to be unapologetically free.