Faces of Pride and small stories about a big holiday, self-acceptance and involvement in Pride Month. Chapter 1
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Once again in June I started thinking about what Pride Month is with its endless Pride Parades and ubiquitous rainbow parties in an individual sense for each of us. For me it's a time of intense work, for others it's a reason to travel to see a specific event like the Berlin Love Parade, a friend of mine argues that there's nothing to celebrate because the way you have sex is a stupid excuse for large-scale events (dude, you celebrate with thousands of people the fact that you just prefer to ride a motorcycle!), but for some John from a small town, this is a reason to take a deep breath, finally announce “I’m gay, my dear parents!”, tell everything to hell and start live an open and happy life. And here are some stories about why Prides are cool and why a whole summer dedicated to it all is so important. Someone will recognize themselves, and someone will share their experience in the comments. Let's go! It sounds very corny, I know, but for me Pride is a time to be you