Pan Pride Day

Yesterday was an important day for my community as it was Pansexual Pride Day.

It's funny to me when ignorant cisgender types ask "why do all these queer groups need their own holiday? Why don't I get my own holiday?" You did: Drumpf insisted on a military parade through DC, it destroyed their roads and was a complete embarrassment. Congratulations!

Anyway, it's important that each subgroup within the LGBTQ umbrella is recognized with their own day. That way, more people can become better informed about them.

I'll be the first to tell anyone that I'm not expert on every subgroup. In fact, I just learned yesterday the definition of an omnisexual individual and the difference between them and people who identify as pansexual.

Essentially, for others who were unaware, omnisexual means that they love all genders but do place importance on certain genders over others. Pansexual means that they love all genders as well but are essentially gender blind; hearts over parts.

Both subgroups certainly are similar but still have very important differences. It's the same with the pan versus bi argument. Bisexual means loving two or more genders while pansexual means loving every gender. Again, similar but still differences.

Really, each of us is unique and should embrace that part of each of us instead of getting into arguments about what we are and whether or not our subgroup exists. Leave the hate to the MAGA, supposed cisgender and heterosexual bigot types (who are usually closet cases anyway).

Also, I'm still learning that I can be proud of who and what I am while also being cautious in this environment with whom I express myself. Too many of us are hated, ostracized, criticized and even abused for being ourselves. With my daughter and mom at home, I can't afford to be as out and proud as I'd like.

I know there are many in the same situation as me but I also greatly respect everyone who is fully out and able to share their pride so publicly. I wish I had your courage and resolve to face any obstacle that comes with such a status.

Maybe someday...


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