Joyce Gabiola, Head Archivist
A few days ago, I thought about how my relationship with Pride has differed since coming out as gay in college. At that time, Pride meant that I could be closer to my full self in public (but still unknown to my parents). It meant that I would attend the Pride festival and freely be in a crowd of people who I felt were just like me. It meant that I would march in the Pride parade as a member of a community organization or cheer from the sidewalk with my friends. As this was all in the southern part of Texas in the month of June, it also meant that I was always drenched with sweat. It also meant that, year after year, I would feel more empowered to come out to more people, including my parents, eventually. It meant that in June being gay/queer would temporarily seem mainstream rather than ‘other’. Decades later, this feeling has become the norm for me. As far as my queerness, I don’t feel so much as ‘other’ anymore. And I acknowledge that this feeling is a privilege.
200 Years of Freedom for Whom?
Red Scare and the Depoliticization of San Diego Gay Pride 1976
by Gabrielle Garcia
by Gabrielle Garcia, Project Assistant
[ Trigger warning for discussions of antisemitism, racism, ableism, and Nazism ]
4545 Park Blvd.
San Diego, CA 92116-2668
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