They're not as accepting after all...
London Pride was probably the best day I had since I got here. And I've had A LOT of great days, so the fact that this was the best says a lot. I took pictures, I met people... so when I got home, it makes sense that the first thing I would want to do is share it all with my friends and publish the pictures and comment and be happy, right? Wrong, apparently.
Apparently, this makes me the most horrible and disrespectful person. Apparently, putting those pictures up and enjoying the fact that the police officers, the firemen, the guards can be out without having to worry about getting fired, or the fact that a gay couple can carry their two sons on their shoulders and be a proud family, it makes me inconsiderate of my parents and my grandmother and everyone else. At least that was what my godmother wrote in the e-mail she just sent me. I honestly would never expect something like that coming from her. I would never expect that the first time I am truly experiencing what it's like to feel like I'm doing something really wrong just be being me, it would come from my own family. From a person I love and admire so much. And yes, it hurts. I considered myself so lucky that I had never known what it felt like, and now I do. Yes, it hurts deep, in a way that I can't even explain right now. Hell, I don't even know how to react.
I want to say so much, I want to call her and yell, I want to cry, I want to... I don't know. I just don't know.
Apparently, this makes me the most horrible and disrespectful person. Apparently, putting those pictures up and enjoying the fact that the police officers, the firemen, the guards can be out without having to worry about getting fired, or the fact that a gay couple can carry their two sons on their shoulders and be a proud family, it makes me inconsiderate of my parents and my grandmother and everyone else. At least that was what my godmother wrote in the e-mail she just sent me. I honestly would never expect something like that coming from her. I would never expect that the first time I am truly experiencing what it's like to feel like I'm doing something really wrong just be being me, it would come from my own family. From a person I love and admire so much. And yes, it hurts. I considered myself so lucky that I had never known what it felt like, and now I do. Yes, it hurts deep, in a way that I can't even explain right now. Hell, I don't even know how to react.
I want to say so much, I want to call her and yell, I want to cry, I want to... I don't know. I just don't know.