We All Should Be Celebrating Pride

Because If You're Doing Love Right, We're All A Little Gay

It’s Pride Month and you know, the truth of it is we should all be flying the rainbow flag because if we're loving right there's a little bit of gay in all of us.

I say this now, but I wasn’t always in this place. Pride Month first came into my personal space a few years ago when my daughter came out as queer during a family trip. Before then, it was part of my life as a yearly spectacle in the form of the fun and fabulous “Gay Parade.” Much like the West Indian American Day Parade, this annual event was part of the diversity and cultural allure of New York City. And just like you didn’t have to be Caribbean to enjoy their festivities, being cisgender and heterosexual didn’t exclude you from the party because everyone was welcomed.

Party. Fun. Spectacle. Celebration. These were the words associated with the “Gay Parade.” But it wasn’t until the LGBTQIA+ community became part of my family did the association with “pride” enter my lexicon. For my daughter, pride in being queer took on the same importance as her pride in being Black and Chinese. Her pride in being a woman—all identities that I could be proud of right along with her. But for whatever reason, celebrating her queerness felt like it was out of bounds.

Learning that she was queer was never a problem. Of course, it took some adjustment because I had to reconfigure her more authentic identity with my socialized expectations. If she was happy, I was ecstatic. There was never a moment when I wasn’t proud of her as my child and uber proud to be her mother. I spent a lot of time trying to educate myself and understand the variants of the initialism within the acronym. As she began to share her lifestyle and relationships with me; and I met non-binary friends with preferred pronouns or those who were trans, to be honest, for a while I felt like I was walking on eggshells, not wanting to offend, always wanting to show respect.

By the time, that first Pride Month rolled around I was at a loss. Pride Month seemed like their celebration, one that I didn’t have the “right stuff“ to be a part of. Did I congratulate her? Wish her “Happy Pride.” Should I wear a button or fly a flag? I didn’t know my place in this part of her world.

As a mom, I was confused, but as an intuitive channel and spiritual teacher, I already knew the truth. One of the first messages I downloaded from my spirit guides about love and sex was brief, repetitive, but to the point-- love is love is love. That was their message about, gay, bisexual, pansexual, non-binary gender, queer, transsexual, transgender and all the other beautiful expressions of gender and sexuality available to human beings.

See, on the spiritual level, our authentic self resides in our soul and the soul does not recognize form. It does not recognize gender, only energy because we're all energy including Divine Source energy. But in this human experience, until one’s soul is more evolved, our bodies are necessary for identification and self-expression. But not your soul. Your soul sees no difference. It only recognizes love.

It's our protective human ego that needs to be recognized and to feel powerful, and that necessitates placing everything, and everyone, into categories. People who live with ego-based fear need to segment everything, so they know how to recognize and judge others against themselves. But other than love or fear, you can't put energy into categories especially when it comes to love.

Now, what troubles many people about LGBTQIA+ love is sex. In their fearful and judgmental minds, sex with the same gender (or even yourself) is somehow abnormal, a norm put in place by people who are trying to control love, not live it. These are the same people who claim to, but do not understand what the Divine purpose and intent for sexual connection.

As my guides explained so succinctly, sex is meant to be a creative expression of love for self. Let me repeat that the creative expression of love for self. And sharing your love for yourself with another through sex is meant to be a celebration of the beauty of one’s own soul. How creative you get; well, that’s between you all.

They were very clear that it doesn't matter how you have sex or who you have sex with as long, and I quote, “as the soul connection to self is strong and complete and respectful.” So, the very thing that has folks up in arms and trying to police other people’s bedrooms, isn’t even on the Divine’s radar.

Let me share another direct quote from my spirit guides,” To see the loving connection between two souls with only your eyes, is to be blind to the truth. To judge another for who they love is to see yourself as unlovable. To witness the truth of Divine love before you and to nullify it as an offense against God is to use the Divine as a scapegoat for your own gaps in self-love.”

Their message is so strong. When self-love is present you don't judge yourself and therefore you don't judge others. But if you're not loving yourself and don't see your own worth then when do you see others living and loving their own glorious truth, it feels like an offense to your existence and a reminder of your pain and fear of being unworthy.

From a spiritual perspective, the LGBTQIA+ souls are leading by example and pushing us deeper into the Divine Truth about love. They are helping to evolve us into a higher state, slowly redefining humanity as a society of souls who recognize and love soulfully, not simply physically. The angels certainly confirm this through their messages.

By my second year as a proud parent and ally, and in the years since, I post on my social media both celebratory and spiritual insights for Pride Month. I’m more vocal about recognizing this proud and joyful time for my daughter and others. But this year feels markedly different. Perhaps it’s all the unnecessary and ignorant hatred swirling around the globe these days. My protective maternal instincts are on high alert, and I find myself being UBER proud of the additional community my daughter is aligned with. I’m proud of their courage to stand in their authentic truth, to live life on their own terms, to love others who love differently than themselves, to see beyond body type and skin color, and to love the energy within. I’m proud and inspired, as we all should be.

So, let’s all of us lean into Pride Month vowing to cease categorizing, judging, and fearing the human differences between us, and instead proudly embrace the beautiful gay energy in all our souls. Let’s start now to love each other in technicolor, without thought to form or gender.

Happy Pride, everybody!