I've written before on the importance of marching in a Pride parade at least once in a lifetime. I've written on Gay Pride & Gay Shame (see "Be Who You Know You Are" [link]), and extensively on activism (see "That's MISTER Faggot to you... " [link] -wow, 804 comments, a record!). There's other fun stuff, like "12 Reasons Why Gay People Should Not Be Allowed To Get Married" [link] and "A Questionnaire For All You Heterosexuals" [link]. Some is meant to be very tongue-in-cheek, like "The New & Improved Homosexual Agenda", [link]. That was just too much fun. I repost these links because I want people to understand where I'm coming from, essentially.
I march to remember and honor those fierce queens who paved a way for me to be unafraid and speak my mind by picking up a brick at Stonewall, those who really lived life and were unapologetic for who they knew they were and taught me to be a shameless faggot without the bullshit posturing. I march so that those who feel isolated and disconnected and otherwise alone in this world will hopefully feel those things slightly less. I march for those who would be there with me, were it not for the choices and actions of others who live now with bloodied hands. I march for Bill Clayton Matthew Shepard, Barry Winchell, Brandon Teena, Harvey Milk, Gwen Araujo, Travis, Danny Overstreet, Billy Jack Gaither, JR Warren, Tyra Hunter, the hundreds of thousands of others. I march for the hope of a resonant understanding of transgendered people and gender issues in general, so that they will one day be societal nonissues. I march for marriage equality, so that we may all have a choice to follow our hearts. I march for those who have no choice and would rather be seen dead than different. I march in support of common sense and logic. I march because I'm pissed off and want to fight fire with fire. I march because it is the best way I can set an example for (and to inspire) those too frightened to stand up and be heard. I march because there are still good people in the world, in spite of the odds. I march because if nothing else, someone somewhere needs me to march in solidarity, even if they don't know me.
I march because I will not be complacent, I will not be told what to think, how to feel, what to say, who to be, or how to appear. That's the whole point. I march to remain unafraid, because FUCK "THEM".
Be who you know you are. Link to this post at will.