guest opinion
Pride is a time to reconnect with these friends and remember that – although we all identify in a variety of ways and have gone on to accomplish a multitude of different things – we have deep shared roots, and that’s worth revisiting each year.
OutServe stated that because LGBT servicemembers serving openly is still a contentious issue, marching in uniform at Pride could be seen as an act of protest. “Let’s wait a year, demonstrate our professionalism as we march in civilian clothes, and next year, having proven ourselves, we can work with the Department and gain formal approval to proudly march together as a uniformed contingent for Pride.”
We are better people for having taken up this fight for our rights. Colorado is a better place because of these changes. And that is why we continue to support the work of our LGBT community organizations.
There’s the adage that you find love when you’re not looking for it. Although I don’t think that the world works that way, there are reasons this appears to be the case.
If you are or have been in any kind of relationship, you know there are certain lines that just should not be crossed. For Mr. Waste, it’s my love of two wheels.
Part of that recognition is calling to mind a simple lesson of days past: The importance of gratitude. We must remember the constant, self-sacrificial efforts made by all those on our behalf. And so, I think, we have some thanking to do.
I pulled away just enough to whisper my status, innocently, in his ear. He pushed me away, furiously. My good-looking hook-up got ugly and stood up to walk out, as if he shouldn’t have ever been there without a hazmat suit.
Though I like to think of myself as being a very sharp, savvy Gal On The Move, privately I’m finding myself turning into a ridiculous girl. I get moony when I say ‘my fiancé.’ I’m daydreaming about the wedding pictures – I keep changing my outfit. I wonder if I could get Darius Rucker to perform at the party?
It was a delirium of sleep deprivation, anxiety and stress, lack of food for more than a day and the emotional rush of watching the love of my life bring life into the world. But my next memory is something I’ll never forget: As the nurse tenderly set Miles on the warming table, I extended my finger. His tiny, wrinkly, newborn hand wrapped around it. My heart melted – I was a mommy.
