Attending Pride without being proud

I have never felt proud of my sexuality. It’s not a source of pride for me. It is simply a matter of fact. Concepts of gratitude, accomplishment and ownership came to me in light of Manchester’s recent LGBT+ Pride events. I thought I’d try and work it out here.

Pride: the parade

I really enjoy going to watch the Pride parade and waving my flag and whooping support for nearly everything that goes past me.

Spartans! Whoop!

Line dancing! Whoop!

Tesco! Whoop!

Lost cyclist who didn’t know the roads were shut! Whoohoop!

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