You Can Only Hate The Boogie Man From A Distance.

You can only hate the boogie man from a distance.

This is exactly why people are afraid of pride. It’s not the children or religion or “family values”. If you’ve never met a queer person it’s so much easier to agree they’re the monsters from the story books.

You have no one to reference. You can’t go “yeah my neighbor joes trans. He would never force surgery on someone. That’s ridiculous and only is said by people who’ve never met a trans person”. If you see us Hugging in the street your horror stories colapse.

Your a person who cries with joy too.

You have a queer loved one too.

Maybe that queer loved one shares a body with you. Maybe they just share a timeline with you.

It’s so hard to insist a death sentence if you have to look them in the eyes. If you have no proof of the “hurt they caused by existing”

This is the beauty queer people always could be and have been. It just only survived in private before.

I have almost a sense of nostalgia for happy pride. That one day we’ll be in the story books for good reasons too.

I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.

last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.

then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.

such a wholesome moment. 🥹❤️🌈

Austin Pardun