I can’t remember the first time that I saw the pride flag, but I can remember the last time. I saw it just a couple of minutes ago in the back of my car. I’ve been using my flag so much this past pride month and it hardly made it inside the house. To me, the pride flag is a sign of hope. Each of the stripes stands for a separate idea like peace or healing, but to me, the meaning is different. The overall idea or feeling that the flag brings is one of hope and acceptance. Here’s why:
The first time I heard the word ‘gay’ in my house growing up was when I came out to my parents. That was really hard. I knew what my parents thought about homosexuality. It was a topic that never came up. I think that a lot of the shame and hopelessness that I felt was from the fact that even thinking about the word ‘gay’ was such a taboo thing. Seeing the pride flag brings me the hope that I didn’t have when I was younger. It is a reminder that there is a community of people who are like me or who have had similar experiences. I love that people can and do display it so openly. In the week leading up to my first Pride, there were a lot of flags going up all over the nearby towns. I hope that many flags remain up throughout the year because every time I see one, I know that there are people out there who are supportive. And not just supportive, but willing to openly display their support. To me, that’s hope.