Pride

I was thinking of blogging about Pride when I was actually in the parade and all that.  I think I started a thought or two but nothing really came up or out.  Why?  Well, I feel like I’ve been gay forever and a day and honestly it’s no big deal to me.  It’s not something I can hide with this girly fella look or my inability to sit with my legs closed.  I did go out a ton when I was in my early 20’s and got all that out of my system, but I was never...Proud.  To this day I have not owned anything rainbow, gone to Toronto pride or attended pride openly in London.  For the last 10 years it’s not been a priority for me at all.

Today my friend with kids that I adore called saying they were watching it on TV looking for me.  The little one wanted to see me on TV like I was a celebrity.  “Watching for Rhonda!”  Despite shot gunning in the parade and seeing all the people enjoying the day it wasn’t until hearing the kids today that I felt proud at all about Pride and being gay.  Proud that the kids wanted to see me on TV.  Proud that they understood why I was there and it didn’t matter.  They just wanted to see me on TV.

In the last 18 years (ish) of me being openly gay things have changed in my world.  It went from being the elephant in the room with my parents to my mother and I joking about me dry humping the female mannequins at the fat girl store.  To me, being gay isn’t something to be proud of.  It’s part of who I am.  It’s not my best part.  I don’t think it’s even in the top 10.  To me, being proud means it doesn’t matter I’m gay.  It matters that 3 little people across town are happy and proud to see me on TV because they love me and not because I’m gay.

Meat Free???

So for the last few weeks I've been slightly in my own world trying to get the diabetes under control, figure out my eating and loose some weight.  It's been going fairly well considering all this feels semi new to me.  I've managed to not eat meat for a month.  Well, I did have some chicken breast on a salad and there might have been another time or two.  But I'm really off meat (mostly) dairy always, and now sweets.  WTF? 

So, after not eating meat for about a full week and some good weight loss news at the doctors I decided to go and get some on sale chicken breasts yesterday.  After my usual Saturday nap I cleaned them and put them in the oven.  About 15 minutes in I could hardly stand the smell of them cooking, I was almost gagging and had to open a window.  Seriously?  Maybe I should have BBQ'd them?  That was my mothers suggestion when I told her.  Either way, I think things have changed.  When I went to eat I could only eat about half of the one cooked for dinner.  I ended up tossing everything left.  So gross. 

I got to thinking last night when I was craving frozen yogurt that maybe my poor pallet has changed.  Maybe I am now over the meat and dairy.  Or maybe I feel so much better that I finally get that I just can't eat these things anymore. 

I wonder how I would feel about chicken wings?