A common discourse I hear from conservatives about Pride is, why do we take pleasure if not just “carnal sin”, but the sin of “pride”?
Pride has two definitions:
- Pride as in hubris, “the quality of having an excessively high opinion of oneself or one’s own importance”.
- Pride as in self-acceptance, as opposed to self-loathing.
And the right tends to conflate the two.
What is Pride to me? It means having no shame in who I am, no shame in my journey as a transsexual who underwent a sex change to live freely and happily as a man.
I still don’t have a penis, and doubt I can ever get one. Does that make me any less of a man? Fuck, no. I don’t wear my pride on my sleeve; you may not even have known I was a trans man till I told you. I don’t sport a trans or pride flag in my room; no pride or flag gear or accessories; even my blog at the time this post goes live barely shows the colors of the trans community.
I don’t I disclose things I would rather you know me as a person rather than focus on being reduced to my sex change.
There is no sin in self-acceptance.
