My First Pride

There’s no better feeling than going out somewhere and knowing you’ll be accepted with open arms. My first pride was in 2017, and the week leading up to it I was a nervous wreck. All sorts of questions went through my head. Would I be accepted? Is it all going to go according to plan? … Read more »

by MeganGorham 2 years ago

There’s no better feeling than going out somewhere and knowing you’ll be accepted with open arms. My first pride was in 2017, and the week leading up to it I was a nervous wreck. All sorts of questions went through my head. Would I be accepted? Is it all going to go according to plan? 

The answer to both those questions is yes. I hadn’t been out for long, but I wanted to throw myself into the deep end and attend Norwich pride. The whole car journey and brief bus journey was spent bouncing my knees up and down. But when I got there and wrapped myself in my flag (only bought 2 weeks before) I was ready. I grabbed my best friend’s arm, and off we went. I spent the whole day in awe of how happy everyone was, and I finally felt like I could be myself. Being out was worth it if it meant I could join in the party every year. 

I spent the whole day there, with my best friend and I circling the whole park, making sure we didn’t miss anything. I spoke to nearly everyone I met, let a girl paint rainbows onto my face and hoping the glitter didn’t fall off.

I absolutely would recommend going to a pride event. The mix of excitement and nerves creates the sort of rush that can’t be explained in any other way. Everyone is ready to pass a sticker, lend a helping hand, and even give you a hug if you need it. Pride events have now become a staple of my summer holidays, and I know that every year I’ll be welcomed back with smiles and cheers. I have now been out for nearly 3 years, and I still get nervous telling people, but I know I can always wait for summer, where an army of rainbow flags and stickers and drag queens are ready to tell everyone that they are loved.