This has not ben the year for Pride. What was supposed to be my Fifth Exalted March: CANCELLED. Why? Because some asshole shot and killed and wounded members of my community.
Having traveled to the capital for the singular purpose of marching, I just wanted to pack up again and go home, starting the grieving process.
The hotel staff members were very understandable.
Yesterday I was able to walk around in public feeling normal, looking forward to the March. Today the fear is back.
I passed the site on my way to the station. Stood across the street and watched in silence. Pride is a personal thing to me, and so is the pain.
I'm not certain how to process this grief.
