Happy Pride, you magnificent rabble. 🌈💜 Today the parade rolls through both the cities I call home. And of all the enemies I've managed to survive, bigots, bureaucrats, social expectations, and my own parents, the one thing that nearly keeps me away is... my foot. A gym injury. Really? That's the villain we went with? Never mind. If I have to hobble, I'll hobble. If I have to limp, I'll limp. You'd have to do a lot more than annoy one rebellious little foot to keep me away from Pride. After all, society couldn't crush the queer out of me. My parents couldn't crush the queer out of me. And our community did the exact opposite: it gave me the courage to become myself. Queer. Enby. Proud. Still standing. Mostly. So if you see someone in platform Mary Janes, rainbow gear, purple socks and stuff, and an expression that says, "Yes, this hurts. No, I'm not leaving," come and say hello. Because we are still here. And we will not go gentle into that good night they want for us. Happy Pride. Be loud. Be kind. Be gloriously inconvenient. They don't get to write the ending. 🌈✊💜 #Pride #TransJoy #NonBinary #QueerLiberation #NoPasarán #StillHere