Once every year my favorite day comes around. It’s the day where I feel accepted and welcomed by my peers, and truly comfortable in my identity. I am of course referring to Pride Day.
For Pride 2015 I went up to San Francisco dressed in my colorful watermelon tank-top, flamingo covered Vans, and my rainbow cake earrings, and for the first time in a long while, I felt myself. I arrived early so I could stand up the front near the barriers and lean on them, high fiving passing families and parade marchers. I got to cheer and clap and even shake my chest while dancing and it was wonderful. Until the unending tsunami of Apple employees came like a tidal wave from over the horizon.
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