People have asked if I have ever been involved with any type of queer support groups in the past.
No.
No I haven’t.
I don’t do well in groups.
Never have, never will.
I’ve always been on my own.
In Toronto as a kid I would always sneak down to the Pride parade but I would always enjoy it from the periphery.
Even though homosexuality wasn’t an outright criminal offence in the ’80s, the police were still mostly of the old school.
And of course there was the fear that I’d be caught in the vicinity of one of these parades or events.
I guess that I was carrying around the teaching of Terry.
I went to a few pride parades in Vancouver during the ’90s. Again just watching from the periphery.
What I always loved about the early parades was how “in-your-face” they were. It’s like the participants in the parades were wiping off all of the shit that society had thrown on them and were throwing that shit right back in the face of society.
But then the double aughts came.
And the pride parades started to become more corporate, more generic, and less offensive.
2006 was the last parade that I went to watch and the last pride event that I went to.
To be honest, pride events were never too appealing to me because of the overt presence of alcohol.
When my doctor and I first started discussing my desire to transition into something other than male he proceeded to give me a list of groups that I could join.
The thing is I don’t want to join a group.
I have been on my own all of my life.
I function better on my own.
I can’t see myself willingly becoming part of a group.
So…… off I go on yet another adventure.
Transitioning from male to not a male.
Anyways, time to head off and get my nails done.
I’m thinking something of a hot pink shade this time.
Beeshive 