When Pride months comes

While I can.

Fuck em.

Besides, Pride events are going on this week in, guess where?, Florida.

I've lived my life openly as a gay woman since I realized that I was gay back in the 70s.

I've never hidden it, nor have I felt the need to "shove it" into anyone's face. I don't want them "shoving" their orientation in my face, so why would I do that? I know we live in a mostly heterosexual world, and it doesn't bother me in the least.

I find ignoring morons to be much better for my mental health.

I never broadcast to co-workers or associates that I was gay, but everyone knew. Those that asked about it usually were generally curious and very accepting. Nine times out of ten they would end up telling me that they thought maybe their brother, sister, or friend was gay, and they wanted to know what they should do to be supportive.

I find that a much more productive way to gain allies.

I haven't faced any outright name-calling in years. While in my late teens, I was visiting my gf at the time at a college in western NY. A bunch of us were playing basketball in a gym on campus. Some assholes tried to run us off, and when we resisted, names were called...d--kes, bu--hes, l---ies...all the usual, which made me laugh.

They finally left us alone except for one loudmouth. I told him that I bet I got laid a helluva lot more than he did. That shut him up as we all cracked up laughing, including some of his friends, no doubt because it was true.

I was young then and had a temper, and I would ignore them now.