I’m late to come out. I didn’t until I was 33. I did have a gf in high school and another in college, and they were long term, but I wasn’t out and both women were probably heteroflexible and not fully bi. I started going to parades for Pride in 2008.

This weekend I had to tickets to a couple of DJs and a concert. I stayed out until nearly midnight. I was with a friend group and it was fun. I don’t dance, but did enjoy my Friday night.

On Saturday, I made a quiche and plated some salmon and avocado and went to a Pride Brunch. These women–a married couple–hosted Christmas too. I wound up grilling for them. I wasn’t hungry and was sun tired. When I got home around 1:30 or so, I ate and took a nap. Then I went to my other friends for their block party. I play kickball with these men–they’re married as well–and our other friend showed up too. We walked to go to karaoke. I love them. I had a great evening.

On Sunday, I went to the Pride parade and the Realtor had gotten me VIP tickets so I had drinks, access to free food and some shade. Prior to the beginning of the parade, I saw the Mom, whom I didn’t recognize initially. She said my name and I said, “I’m sorry?” when she was hugging me. We talked for a little bit and I didn’t feel sparks. I was shocked that she remembered me as I’d emailed and texted her a few weeks apart. Who knows?

I watched most of the parade, but I got super hungry and just wound up walking to the main venue and finding the area for VIP ticket holders where there were shade umbrellas at tables. It didn’t matter though because it was in the mid-nineties, so I just went home around five. Pride was nice and I made friends with a lawyer and her friend or gf–I’m not sure–and talked with them. There was a really good drag performance too and the queen sang rather than lip synched. I went to dinner with my neighbors who are really like family members and then called it a night.

Did you celebrate Pride? If you’re an ally, did you acknowledge this weekend or this month in any particular way?