|I often think a lot about the word "pride" and what it means to me--especially with regards to the last handful of years. I'm proud that I'm alive and at a place where I can really examine my gender and my sexuality, and I'm proud that I've found the courage to finally be honest with myself, even if, sometimes, I have to hide it for the sake of my own safety and well-being. I've been publicly open about my asexuality for four years, and publicly open about being non-binary for over half a year (and in private for two years before that). It's been a journey, and I'm proud of how far I've come in terms of being comfortable about my identity, how much I've learned, and how much I continue to learn, about others and about myself. I'm proud of the strides the LGBT community has made, though the fight is far from over. I'm proud that my openness and honesty has encouraged and inspired others of all ages and backgrounds to explore themselves, and I hope I can keep doing so.|
I'm proud to be who I am, I'm proud to be surrounded by people who love and support me, family and friends alike.