Out of the mists of our long oppression, / We bring love for ourselves and each other, / And love for the gifts we bear, /So heavy and so painful the fashioning of them, /So long the road given us to travel them. A separate people, /We bring a gift to celebrate each other, /’Tis a gift to be gay! / Feel the pride of it!… harry hay
as must be the case with each human journey, there is a fulcrum as well as an arc. this could se easily seem a failure to the young because this concept implies surrender to an idea that the other side of the mountain requires a different strategy and a different pace.
this month of lgbt pride reveals to my soul that my journey has shifted. i am not in the streets shaking the freezing shivers of shame any longer. perhaps that is due to some self-forgiveness which has lead to forgiveness of others. perhaps it is due to self acceptance which requires much less acceptance by others. perhaps it is due to gratitude for miraculously experiencing an alternate fate than so many of my contemporaries. i am not sure. then there is the possibility that sobriety and recovery have completely altered my perspective on celebration.