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Pride: June’s Confession.
“A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies
Promises are broken and more resentment come alive” — Pride by Kendrick Lamar
At the dawn of this Pride Month, I regret to confess I am transphobic. I am ashamed to admit this is not my only infraction. I am also homophobic. Another inexcusable transgression I must disclose in the spirit of candor.
To any queer person who reads this, please know my twin phobias are my cross to bear, not yours. My frailty is my defect and not attributed to you and your existence. If you are trans or gay, I want you to know there is nothing wrong with you; the problem resides with me.
By my own self-imposed standards, I would not categorize myself as a virulent bigot who bellows slurs at people who are members of the LGBTQIA community. I have never instigated a physical altercation with someone because of their gender expression or because of how they choose to love. Yet, my standards are my standards and not yours. I also acknowledge the subtle violence of silence—the harm caused by isolation and ostracization.
Never have I advocated for queer folk to be denied jobs, housing, or the ability to adopt children. I forcefully push back against any attempt to remove science-based comprehensive sexual…
