My mum grew up on a farm in a small village, somewhere hidden in the woods of Bosnia.
According to her own story, she had to walk every day 20 km to school.
On her way there she would meet black bears and dangerous snakes.
While I have a hard time believing exactly that, I do believe she lived far from any kind of proper civilization.
Dad grew up near a slightly larger town.
But both my parents hadn’t experienced a modern world raised up with conservative mindset.
Some time mid 90’s, we moved to Holland. Liberal, extravagant Holland.
Yet, we didn’t notice so much of it since we got to live in a modest sized town near the German border.
Mum and dad went to language school and learned about some of the aspects of the Dutch culture.
Some of which were nice: wind mills, the social system and the Dutch coziness.
Some of which were more shocking: toleration of drugs and prostitution.
We decided to expand the cultural aspects by taking a trip to Amsterdam, on a random day.
Little did we know that on that particular day, the pride parade was happening.
Loud music, drunk people and men dancing around in pink underwear made my eyes go wide open. Which my mum quickly covered.
Needless to say, our trip didn’t last too long.
Over the course of the weeks I had many confusions about what I saw.
Some of the questions my parents couldn’t answer because they had no clue either.
Some of the questions my parents wanted to keep a taboo.
June is the LGBT pride month.
So I thought this might have been the perfect moment to share my first with this yearly festival.
It’s not insult to anyone, it’s simply sharing my experience!!
I don’t have an opinion nor an issue about/with the LGBT community.
I either like or dislike all people equally.
I do have certain views on “pride” in general.
People are insecure about themselves so the term “pride” got lifted to a higher dimension.
Some time back I was asked what I’m most proud of.
Proud My career achievements?
Not really, I am really just following the normal path of life and took some of the opportunities that were presented to me on a silver platter.
I never worked really longer than my 40 hour / week contract unless I’d get paid for it or get days off in return.
Proud of my gender?
If one gender remains this extreme pride, we will never reach equality. That’s what we want, right?
Proud of my curves and body in general?
As far as I noticed, everyone has a body (?)
And anyone who wants curves, I can give my easy to main diet of cakes and pasta’s.
Proud when I got into that ski lift while I’m extremely afraid of heights?
I’d say that might have been one of the worst decisions ever.
I didn’t overcome my fear. I might got worst.
The one thing I can be proud of is on days when I don’t give into my anxiety.
I can be really proud of achievements of the people I love.
But only if they’re modest about.
If they start bragging, there is no need for my pride really 😉
How do you feel about pride in general?
Do you have any experience with LGBT pride parade?