I’m Done With Pride…

As I’m the lone lesbian in 50 square miles, I’ve made an effort to attend Pride in Bangor, Maine so I can get my yearly gay fix as it were. I took time off from work in 2015 and traveled 90 minutes to attend. It was my first Pride since returning to Maine and I had to say it had grown considerably since the first time I had gone with my partner. When we drove around looking for the “festival” in 2004, all we found was a pickup truck with a “Got Lube” billboard sitting in the bed. Needless to say, we didn’t stay.

When I attended last year, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming presence of the Transgender movement. There were three booths dedicated to their issues. No official lesbian presence at all. I wandered around, listened to the music and finally left. There were not many people there and I was underwhelmed.

This year, I had decided to stay home. Then the Pulse shooting happened and I felt it was important to attend and show that we weren’t going to hide. I outed myself to my boss and he made arrangements to cover my shift. I was happy to see that a lot more people attended. I meandered around for a bit and then went up to the main stage area. A local self identified bisexual woman, a gay man and a man dressed in a mini skirt, crop top, rhinestone shoes with 4 inch heels and a face made up in a manner that could only be described as a Fuck Me Barbie Doll took the stage. The bisexual announced to the crowd that this was the time to celebrate the end of binary and the end of male and female. The crowd went wild including all the lesbians present. So I guess I, as a female woman and a lesbian, no longer exist. I’m a throwback, a nonentity, no longer defined by my body and my sexual orientation. All my life experiences are rendered moot.

I promptly turned my booted feet around and marched my butch ass back to my truck. I drove to Longhorn Steak house, had a wonderful filet mignon and drove back to Aroostook County and my cabin in the woods. Until this madness ends, I won’t be attending any more Pride celebrations.


  • Ugh. Sorry Pride turned out to be a bust for you. I’m hopeful that things will settle down eventually. Not that my words will mean much because, you know, I’m one of those pesky bisexuals. But I’m also an older woman who has seen much change, and things do tend to settle down after the initial flurry.


    • Lord knows I survived the Oat Bran craze and parents killing each other for Cabbage Patch kids. I guess I can muddle through gender dysphoria and 70+ gender identities. Times like this make me so grateful that I was born in the 60s.

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