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I went to Pride in London yesterday.
I'm actually very proud of myself for going, and not in the obvious way. I very nearly gave into my usual anxiety and worries and stayed at home yet again. I didn't have anyone to go with and although I had found the details of the bi group online, I still didn't know if I'd have the courage to actually go up and ask to join them.
But I did, because if you don't ask you'll never know and I'm tired of missing out on so much due to social anxiety. So I got to join their group. It soon became clear, however, that they all already knew each other very well and I felt like a bit of an unwelcome intruder! But I got a sparkly purple hat to wear and a purple umbrella to hold and not knowing anyone around you doesn't matter too much when you're walking through the streets of London with thousands of people cheering at the sides!
And that's another thing - if you had told shy, self-conscious me of old that I would ever do something like that I would have laughed in your face.
Once the march had finished the group headed to the pub for a drink. Once again everyone started talking to the people they already knew and I nearly made my exit at this point, resigned to being the weirdo who invaded their group then disappeared with no word like a shadow in the night, but I'm really glad I didn't because through the magic of waiting forever to be served I met some really lovely people. We sat outside, chatted, then went to look at the stalls in Leicester Square and collect stickers!
Unfortunately I had to leave quite early due to transportation issues and getting back in time for a family barbecue but I hope to see people again soon at BiCon.
Yes, apparently I have to go to BiCon. Pretty much every time I met someone new that was one of the first thing they said to me. The other thing lots of them said was that they thought they already knew me from somewhere. Clearly my evil twin has been busy.
I'm actually very proud of myself for going, and not in the obvious way. I very nearly gave into my usual anxiety and worries and stayed at home yet again. I didn't have anyone to go with and although I had found the details of the bi group online, I still didn't know if I'd have the courage to actually go up and ask to join them.
But I did, because if you don't ask you'll never know and I'm tired of missing out on so much due to social anxiety. So I got to join their group. It soon became clear, however, that they all already knew each other very well and I felt like a bit of an unwelcome intruder! But I got a sparkly purple hat to wear and a purple umbrella to hold and not knowing anyone around you doesn't matter too much when you're walking through the streets of London with thousands of people cheering at the sides!
And that's another thing - if you had told shy, self-conscious me of old that I would ever do something like that I would have laughed in your face.
Once the march had finished the group headed to the pub for a drink. Once again everyone started talking to the people they already knew and I nearly made my exit at this point, resigned to being the weirdo who invaded their group then disappeared with no word like a shadow in the night, but I'm really glad I didn't because through the magic of waiting forever to be served I met some really lovely people. We sat outside, chatted, then went to look at the stalls in Leicester Square and collect stickers!
Unfortunately I had to leave quite early due to transportation issues and getting back in time for a family barbecue but I hope to see people again soon at BiCon.
Yes, apparently I have to go to BiCon. Pretty much every time I met someone new that was one of the first thing they said to me. The other thing lots of them said was that they thought they already knew me from somewhere. Clearly my evil twin has been busy.
