I still get messages from well meaning”christian’s” when they realize I am not just another child of God to be loved but target practice for weaponized scripture. Truth be told; I don’t care much for pride month. The temporary corporate rainbow washing bugs the hell out of me. I am not asking for special treatment, just ability to enjoy the blessings of love that I’ve been given. But I felt compelled to write this after hearing my partner say the first line to this poem and that is: you shouldn’t have to come out. That sentiment compounded with some lovely comments from strangers who sadly probably think they’re doing me a kindness and suddenly I remember why the heck this month exists for me. Not to shove an “agenda” or a “lifestyle” down anyones throat (I challenge anyone to come up with a concrete definition for either of those); no this month is a reminder to me of all the time I lost hiding, and how I refuse to lose anymore.