I'll just say 'Happy PRIDE everyone' and leave it at that for the time being

I think for everyone who knows me pretty well, that I’ve always been a junkie for any and all things LGBTQ, especially the annual PRIDE parades. In fact, a couple of friends close to me call me, “Everyone loves a parade.”
I’ll get to analyzing this year’s parade later in this blog post, but for right now, I just want to put it out there … this year’s festivities had some ups and downs. And these ups and downs were not some things that people may know, nor may not care either. That’s not my reasoning for blogging about this year’s festivities.
I must admit, I was not fully in the spirit of the joy of gay pride this year. And I take full responsibility for it, too. I kept up the smiles and big laughter, because hey, who wants to know how upset a person is truly feeling when we are all supposed to be celebrating to the full extent.
I did some fun things this year, as I’m never one to turn down a good time. And plus, it helps to get into the spirit. But for this year, it was just a bit tiresome, stressful and a bit depressing. I felt like how I feel about Christmas anymore … I don’t really celebrate it much anymore because the spirit of the season escapes me anymore.
And like I said, I blame myself for my lack of inner enthusiasm for this year’s PRIDE. For many reasons … emotional, financial, spiritual, passion … this past year since last PRIDE, I’ve felt very separated from people. The past 12 months have been very much like riding a rollercoaster with emotions. I was hoping that my feelings would have subsided before PRIDE, but sadly it hadn’t.
Perhaps that is the reason I posted on Facebook last week a little plea to myself. It was not meant to cause a holy war with certain people in the community because, I must state, it was my plea to myself (and whoever took any message from it) to be able to feel the love of PRIDE.
The post was quite simple:
“I just need to feel the love this weekend! So people, let's make sure each of us show each other love and more than just lip service this PRIDE weekend!”
The “lip service” of which I referred was to those individuals who run up to a person during PRIDE weekend and slop sugary sweetness all over you, and once Monday rolls around, they are acting like PRIDE never occurred. Now everyone knows someone like this in their lives, and it’s just about the concept of the action. And I truly did need to feel the love this past weekend, for personal reasons. My personal reasons, just mine.
It seemed that a firestorm erupted on my status; I didn’t even know it until one of my sistas mentioned it to me. I was off Facebook for a bit, and when I viewed all that followed my simple request of showing people the love to one another this PRIDE, it was obvious that the message of my status was lost. I just wanted people to, perhaps, go out of their way to show the love, because as history has shown us over the past few years, we can lose our loved ones, in and out of the community, in the blink of an eye.
So I just hope that the message wasn’t lost on too many people.
Another thing that bothered me as PRIDE approached was that so many younger members of the LGBTQ community had no freakin’ idea about what the elder members of this community have sacrificed to pave the way for all of the younger ones and make life easier for all of us. Now this is not directed to any one or two people in particular, it’s a general thing that I’ve witnessed over the years.
So many want to be named “This Title” or “That Title”, but really don’t know about what came before them. I was floored last year when I asked a few younger LGBTQ members of the significance of the Stonewall Riots and what the drag queens who’ve come before us have sacrificed in blood, sweat and tears … and they had no idea. I just want everyone to be up on their LGBTQ history in general and history – period, because as the theory goes, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”
Young ones – there is a bevy of elder LGBTQ members who, if you seek them out, could give you a very entertaining lesson of our history. Ask them about Harvey Milk, Stonewall Riots, Bayard Rustin, Everett George Klippert … the list goes on and on. Now there are a great number of young LGBTQ community members who are well-versed on the history, and that makes me so very proud. But for the ones who don’t, let’s pick up the pace. Just a suggestion.
Something else that boggles my mind happened Sunday during the PRIDE parade. For some reason, and I haven’t been able to find out the answers yet, in the procession there was a 15-20 minute gap in the parade. It was evident that something happened, but at this point it’s not clear. I know there needs to be some form of control in the procession just so things don’t get out of control. But why is it that there was such a huge break in the procession that it made some people question if there were, in fact, a part one and part two to the parade. I’m sorry, and I’m not pointing fingers, but it made some look like they had no idea what they were doing.
Questions have been put out there:
Why is it such a hassle in just letting people progress out of the starting gate?
Why does the order of groups/organizations marching in the parade line need to be so stringent, almost seeming like when we were in grade school when one student didn’t want to sit next to another, so the teacher conceded and made sure they didn’t sit next to each other? Are there groups who don’t want to walk after/before others?
Will this sort of thing happen next year, and what needs to be done to make sure this doesn’t happen again?
Why didn’t anyone putting this all together have anyone stop the paradegoers at the beginning of the line from marching forward until everyone was caught up and we were all a unified marching parade?
These are just questions on people’s minds. Anyone with the answers, definitely let us know. Hey, I’m sure some don’t care too much. But for some reason, in this man’s eyes, it was a little depressing … and I didn’t need any more of that.
Okay, so I don’t sound like a wet blanket, we should all give a huge shout-out for the individuals who busted their asses to give everyone a happy PRIDE weekend. We all need to take a moment and actually thank so many people (too many to mention), but just a few in my mind at the moment: all the workers at Paradise, Hotel Tides Restaurant & Spa, Georgies, and so many other establishments in Asbury Park who made this year’s festivities a successful, fun, safe time for all of us. All the booths at the festival grounds, the fabulous performers at the festival, the organizers of every event this past weekend (including NJ Leather community, Jersey Pride, the Pride Center of NJ, PRIDE Network … the list goes on and on).
There were a number of enjoyable times this weekend, so don’t get me wrong. I was able to enjoy my PRIDE as I was able to see PRIDE for the first time through a couple of good friends' eyes as they were experiencing their first PRIDE; their enthusiasm and zest for the weekend's events brought some happiness in me.
And maybe I’m just a little over it right now because of how I’m feeling at this time. And plus, I felt like I was on roller skates all Sunday afternoon/evening while working the bar at the Tides, and perhaps I’m just still reeling from the crazies of the weekend, me being sober, working my ass off, and just not in the mood – the rude lesbian couple who were too drunk to know what they ordered and just got on my last nerves … or perhaps the straight female who yanked my arm at Paradise, ordering me to get her a drink when I don’t work there; I just had on all black from my Tides bar attire … or perhaps the person I was once involved with who just wouldn’t leave the bar and leave me and some others there alone, especially since I just don’t deal with any of the craziness any longer … or perhaps the fact that I’m just burned out and got tired of people spilling, knocking over other people’s drinks, or the few people who shoved their credit cards in my face when they wanted to pay (even though I was making drinks for people).
But I’m proud of myself, because in none of those instances, did Bernadine show herself.
And for that, people, happy PRIDE!