I volunteered at a pride event in 2013 and had a great time, but for some reason I missed the next year. When 2015 came along, I wasn’t going to miss another day out as a gurl. I signed up as a volunteer to help set up the event, this time with pride and not nervousness. I received the reply within a week, and signed up for my shift to set up the event. The big day came and instead of fear, worry, and despair (like the previous time,) I was excited to be going.
Getting ready by putting on my bra and inserting my forms was wonderful. I slipped on a petticoat and dress, and my smile started to shine. With fresh and clean white socks pulled up and my pretty panties out of the dryer, I was ready. I was in heaven in my petticoat and dress, feeling just perfect. I still struggle with makeup, so it took a while to get the right look before donning my wig and brushing my hair just so. Now, I was ready to go.
I fixed a quick cup of tea and piece of toast before heading out to the garage and into my car. This time, I came ready with water bottles, sun screen, and with nothing to slow me down. The garage door opens, I start the car, and without a second thought, I am on my way. Not a worry at all, and I’m ready to meet people and enjoy my day as Nicki. Unlike the last time, I drive to the site and park without having to drive around in circles. I head straight to my parking space and turn off the engine. I collect my purse, water bottle, and sunscreen. I’m out of the car without fear, and bursting with pride of who I am. A trans girl here to support the LGBTQ community with pride, and I was not looking back.
This time, I am ready and know what to do. I was welcomed by a few of the setup crew from before, and I went to work enjoying being part of the community and making a difference. The set up took almost four hours, but we made it, and the site looked perfect. The previous time, I went straight home after setup, but this time I was in no hurry to leave. I enjoyed my lunch, checked out the booths, and enjoyed the music. The whole day was a delight; the sun was shining, people were great, and the only reason I left before the event was over was because my feet were sore because of the shoes I was wearing.
So with my sore feet, I walked back to my car. It was another day out as a gurl, and I left with a smile on my face, happy as could be and looking forward to my next time out.
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