101 in 1001 goal number 93: March in a pride parade.
Working with Planned Parenthood has many perks, not the least of which is the opportunity to take part in the Ottawa’s Pride Parade.
The work I do isn’t always suitable for children, but the parade is something we can do as a family. The Man of Mans, while unwavering in his support of sexual and gender diversity, has a passionate dislike of costume. Even if his tidy polo and khaki shorts make him odd person out in the Pride processional, he sticks to his guns.
I on the other hand…
This is the first year that my son (henceforth known as The Green Bean) has asked what the parade is actually about. As the sex educator in the household, I’d like to tell you that I answered his question with smooth, socially sensitive aplomb. But his question gave me pause.
I like to think of myself as an accepting, open-minded person. But I’m also a straight-identified, cis-gendered woman. As much as I try to be a good ally, sometimes I fuck it up. But I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to fuck it up with my kid. But sometimes, I do worry that I will inadvertantly imbue him with some deeply-entrenched bias of mine.
So while I was furrowing my brow about how to answer The Bean’s question, The MoMs spoke up and said, “The parade is for people who think it’s okay for us to love anyone we want and be anyone we want.”
I may have the professional lens, but it’s The MoMs who sees it like it is.