Hey, dear community! 🌈 As we embrace our colorful journeys, we’d love to hear about your first Pride experience. What made it special for you? Was it the energy of the parade, the warmth of newfound friends, or that fabulous outfit you wore? Share your memories below—let’s celebrate our unique stories together! 💖✨

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J'ai fait mon coming-out à ma mère, pour pouvoir changer mon prénom civil, et ça va 🥳

#ComingOut #PrideMonth #NonBinarité

Yesterday was a very important day for me. It's the anniversary of the day I allowed myself to be what I was instead of what I was told. It was the day I came out.

This year has been specifically trying for growth. I am the family black sheep. Consertative Patriot family, Leftist emmigrant self. But distance can only get you so far. You can heal what hurt but at some point iconoclasm just becomes personality destruction.

This year I have been working on healing and accepting the good things from my family and my past. My mother was an iconoclast and was convinced she could change the system. It's a weird thing to say but I feel my iconoclasm is a copy of my mother's. My father and sister were always rough and tumble and active to the point that they both had stitches on their chins. I got stitches on my chin not just once but TWICE.

And that deep devotion I have, that well of passion that leads me to care strongly for others and work long hours is a very strong Wever trait. So long as that iconoclasm doesn't become self immolation and my passion doesn't become a desire to abandon and only focus on one thing. To become a runaway and abandon the family I have built with my soon wife then there is nothing wrong with it at all.

I even shied originally away from using walking sticks for hiking as we are preparing for our honeymoon of hiking in Ireland. It was something my father would do. It just turns out that genius is heavily linked to dorkiness and I am perhaps dorkier even so than my father.

I have to learned who I am. It's now time to embrace that small hurting child of a past of what I was. It's time to stop avoiding and start accepting that being a Wever is pretty damn great.

#healing #pridemonth #comingout

It is amazing to me that after profound, powerfully egg-shattering experiences, it was another eight months (!!!!) before I realized that I am a trans woman.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/learning-what-it-means-to-be-trans-changed-my-life-forever-1e9cdc79bf52?sk=1c8af7bf5d2d8290fb543339a7ac22c3

#LGBTQ #Transgender #ComingOut #Identity

Learning What It Means To Be Trans Changed My Life Forever

The moment I finally understood “what was wrong with me”

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Today is 1st June, the first day of Pride month. This is my first Pride story which I am sharing here.

I first came out as gay as a teenager during high school around 2013. It was a Catholic school, although we are quite moderate. I was very glad that my friends were very accepting. It was quite welcome (to my surprise), probably because of the moderate environment in school during that time. Some teachers knew about it and they just took it easy, even lightly joked about it sometimes. I had a very smooth experience in coming out as gay. It was my first Pride experience, although not necessarily during Pride month. Needless to say, I'm very happy to this day about my experience in it.

A lot of Indonesian teenagers who came out as gay are not as lucky as me. Most of them do not receive acceptance from their surroundings, especially if they live and study in conservative schools. Families severe ties with their children for coming out. Some kids get chased out for being who they are. These unfortunate cases usually include bullying and terror. This is why Pride matters.

Happy Pride month!

#pride #pridemonth #comingout #highschool #allout

Coming Out, 2 years late

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When my trans egg first cracked, I had no idea I was trans. I simply thought I had “repressed feminine energy” emerging, for some reason. Maybe a mid-life crisis? Maybe a side of myself that I had simply repressed was coming out?
https://medium.com/prismnpen/discovering-my-true-gender-ba81d271aece?sk=96409906f324b134cd1ad2114befaed3

#LGBTQ #Transgender #ComingOut #Identity

Discovering My True Gender

Linebackers, belly-dancers, and the magic of embodiment

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For me, the journey to queerdom was like an incredibly long and complicated game of hide and seek. There were arcane rules, unending boundaries, lost players and many false paths.
https://medium.com/prismnpen/a-trans-woman-plays-hide-and-seek-with-herself-2ed11225a0af?sk=ae0913dc04d2cee333e8ffe8bdc76430

#LGBTQ #Transgender #ComingOut #Identity

A Trans Woman Plays Hide and Seek with Herself

But no-one was coming for me

Medium

The incredibly true story of two girls in love. Maria Magentti (USA 1995)
La première expérience romantique de deux adolescentes issues de milieux sociaux et économiques opposés. Comédie romantique indé. C'est mignon tout plein avec un happy end, mais ça montre aussi que tu peux encore perdre tous tes amis si tu sors de l'armoire.

#gaycinema #saphique #comingout #romance #queerness #mariamagentti #community

https://archive.org/details/the.-incredibly.-true.-adventure.-of.-two.-girls.-in.-love.-1995.1080p.-blu-ray.x-264.-aac-yts.-mx