An Exercise in Finding Comfort & Love

My First PRIDE Festival

Dan Hislop
Sep 5, 2018 · 6 min read

When I was a young parent, the beach we frequented hosted a Pride Festival once a year. On that day we would go to a different beach. I can’t remember all that we were afraid of, but the answer is probably somewhere close to everything. We didn’t know what our young child might be exposed to, so it was avoided. (To be fair, it also wrecked the parking)

As that very child came of age, the ineffectiveness of protectiveness was revealed. She is attracted to other women, and covering her young eyes would…

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Grateful for such cool water, I’m adding my own voice to the world’s pool — ripple or no — because the act of creation itself is healing. www.weekendswell.com

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