My First Pride: An Experience to Remember
When my partner cajoled me into attending Birmingham Pride, all I can say is that I was less than enthusiastic. For all my campery and foppery I found that, having had a tough time of accepting who I was and coming out, I did not really feel 'proud'. Having seen pictures and videos of these events in the past, I always associate 'Pride' with the young and vibrant members of the LGBT community, the people who are 'hip' and 'on trend', the people who are loud and proud. Now, whilst some may say otherwise, I do not put myself in that category of individual and felt that I would stick out like a sore thumb or that I wouldn't 'fit in with the crowd'. Anyway, after more persuasion from my partner, I eventually shrugged off my doubts and decided that I would go (if not only to guzzle as many glasses of G&T as humanly possible and make the best of it). Immediately on arrival my 'old fart syndrome' kicked in - I was confronted by the hug