Pride

This past weekend Asbury Park hosted Jersey Gay Pride Weekend. I went to the festival on Sunday, with my sister, B. It was amazing to see all the proud LGBT's out there and the people that support them (like my sister). I felt at home there, among these wonderful souls.

I remember growing up and thinking about what that might make people think that I was a lesbian. Like my hair, when it was short, I wondered if people were like "Ohhh, she's gay." Truth is, I look really good with short hair. I've worn it like Demi Moore a la Ghost, Anne Heche (is that a faux pas?) from Psycho, the pixie cut. You get what I'm talking about.

I remember wearing a ring my Aunt had given me on my thumb because it was the only finger it fit on, and my Grandma telling me that wearing it there meant I was gay. I still wear it. In fact I have several thumb rings.



Whenever I met someone gay I wanted to ask them if they could tell if I was. I was still questioning things and just wanted an answer. Couldn't someone make up a test? There had to be a sign out there, somewhere. In the end though it was just me, admitting to myself that it didn't matter who I was attracted to as long as I was happy and living the life that I wanted to live.



What she said.



When did you know you were gay? I call it my "A-Ha" moment, yeah I stole that from Oprah. I can think of a thousand times where I checked out other girls or wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Now I'm just waiting for the opportunity. It was nice to see all the couples holding hands and I wanted to be a part of that. Maybe next year.