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It was like yesterday, our band was invited to perform on the big stage, the man who invited us said that he sees potential in us.
I was seventeen then, I had not lived with my parents for a long time, I entered college, lived in a dormitory, where my friends and I got together in a band, ordinary rock and roll music, fun sitting together, sometimes we went to a festival in our small town
I understood even then that I was different, I was different from the guys in the band, they didn't see or didn't want to recognize the beauty in everyone. They were only interested in girls who were attracted to <cool> guys... and I liked everyone, all those people who came to us. I noticed the beauty of girls, men... it didn't matter to me. Once we were even praised by a Trans-man and he was, I admit, incredibly handsome. While my friends tried to avoid looking at him at all... I was silent all this time. Maybe I'm weird? Maybe something is wrong with me?
Honestly, I'll tell you a secret, I lived in a very Orthodox family, my dad took me to church almost every day, but for the slightest mistake, he punished quite severely, he was never satisfied with me and even when I started playing music ... he immediately said.
-My son ?. Music? The music is the church bell, not this mess on the guitar and throat-clearing into the microphone. It won't bring you any money or my pride.
Pride .. what did he know about her?. He was never proud of me, nor of my mother, who was a truly wonderful woman, nor of any of my brothers and sisters.
I wanted to make him proud of me and I was ready to do it at any cost.
I invited them to a concert, even then I knew what I would do. Maybe I will be kicked out, and maybe it will be something incredible... but I didn't care, I wanted to tell my father, my family and friends who I am.
The stage was big .. very. we played incredibly, I sang as loud as ever, applause, flashes of cameras.
And here's the end of the song, I go to the front and pull out the flag from the pocket of my denim shorts .. spreading it in front of everyone, silence for a second, and then cheers, shouts, and clicks of cameras became more frequent.
I wanted to look into his eyes, but I only saw his back, leaving the hall, like dozens of others. But I was free even when they took me off the stage.
I was finally free.. and even after years I am still who I am.
I am pansexual.
And I can say this with pride, because I fought for it and am still fighting for it, just like thousands of other people.
Happy Pride Month everyone!— Bagish
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