"They are them, & they are perfect."

NYC is unlike anywhere I've ever been. Celebrating with so many out and proud people was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. I was star struck, danced my soul out alongside spectacular human beings, explored so little and was captivated with every bit. I stood where icons have stood, where our riot started - it's overwhelming.

As beautiful as pride is, it's prominent that our community is icy and unkind as it is warm and wondrous. Throughout multiple events you can clearly see the prominence of the fit white gays being the majority and poster children for the community. It's unfortunate experiencing the lack of visibility, coming out to an event to have your demographics held against you.

I attended Papi Juice, an event in Brooklyn, one of the few centering queer and trans people of color. Their values of ensuring kindness is maintained and being mindful of your presence resonated throughout the space. It felt so much easier to breathe there.

Indya Moore hosted, spoke, inspired, and took the time to remind us we need to protect our community, we need to protect our black trans women. Moments like those, listening to such a prominent voice in our community today make us take a moment to recognize our reality in the midst of all the music and glamour and then continuing to raise our hope, that is where I draw my inspiration.

Speaking with others who feel the invisibility, it's gut wrenching to recognize the lack of wisdom, the lack of heritage. We were not taught, raised, or guided by our elders, and it shows. It's painful to acknowledge that we continue to allow the hurt become the targeted and the invisibility spread. But acknowledgement is the first step.

We are and always have been targeted, marginalized as a whole across the globe, yet here we are holding superficial reservations. We may have celebrated World Pride, honored Stonewall for its 50th Anniversary, but truly we're still so far from where we need to be.  Writing this took time to process, various emotions to meditate on, and tears to let out before I could finish. Thank you for reading.  


Finally, on a personal note to some of the poster children. I apologize for the unkindness passed on to you. I apologize your unhealthy coping mechanisms are idolized. I apologize you were taught 'catty' is a personality trait. I apologize for your hurt, but I empathize, I want to help heal, and "these fucking twinks that think they're hot" only hope you know how loved you are.