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    Wayne Gray
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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Why Pride? - 1. Why Pride?

"I mean, why do gays need Pride anyway? If you want to prove you should be treated like everyone else, why have this thing just to celebrate how different you are?"

Jace shot an irritated look at Myles, his very straight, usually cool roommate. "Because straight people aren't attacked or verbally assaulted in the street for holding the hand of the person they love. That's why we need Pride. And it's why I'm going tomorrow."

Myles curled his lip, never looking away from the screen. He physically moved to dodge along with his avatar on the television. "It's 2021. That shit doesn't happen anymore, not in the city."

Jace barked a laugh. "Wow. You have no idea."

"It doesn't!" Myles kept playing, grimacing as a grenade went off close, causing his avatar some damage.

Jace walked over and stuck out his hand. "Bet me. Loser cooks and does dishes all week."

Myles paused the game and regarded Jace with narrowed eyes. "How are you planning to prove it?"

"Easy. We walk five blocks holding hands. If we get no negative comments or attitude, you win. If we do, I win."

Staring, Myles wet his lips. "Where? Not some hood."

"Nope. Right here, around the apartment. One of the best neighborhoods in the city." Jace smirked at Myles's hesitation. "Aww. It's okay. I know you're scared."

"Fuck you, man." Myles stood up and gripped his hand, hard. "You're gonna hate making my dinner all week."

Jace squeezed right back and grinned. "Don't forget, I prefer chicken over beef."

Myles snorted and sat back on the couch. He began putting on his shoes. "Let's do this shit."

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Jace and Myles had only just left the apartment building when Myles grabbed his hand.

"All right. Five blocks."

"Yep. You choose the direction." Jace smiled at him.

"Fine." Myles predictably headed deeper into the downtown area. With all the coffee shops, businesses, and offices, the area screamed 'liberal elite.'

They walked the first two blocks quickly. Myles kept looking around, noticing the attention of all they passed. "Fuck, this is bullshit," he mumbled.

"Relax. This is pretty nice. I'm surprised; you might win."

"What? Getting stared at by everybody you pass is 'nice?'" Myles's hand sweated against Jace's palm.

"Welcome to my life. Well, if I had a boyfriend."

They stopped to wait for the light, and that's when it happened.

"Faggots!" A guy hung out of a window as a car drove past. In moments, the vehicle had disappeared down the street. Others who had gathered on the corner to cross looked at them.

Myles stared after the car. He blinked and released Jace's hand, then turned.

Jace followed. "Myles?"

"Yeah, you win. Whatever." He clenched his jaw.

"No. That's not important." Jace gripped his shoulder. "Hey. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Myles said, then shook his head. "No. I'm not fine. That shit was messed up. We weren't hurting anybody."

"No, we weren't." Jace patted his back. "Come on." They started walking and he felt a twinge of guilt. "Hey. So I knew this would happen. It wasn't really a fair bet, so you don't have to cook and do dishes all week."

"You knew." Myles slowly nodded. "Fuck." He sighed deeply. "No. We stick to the bet." He looked over at Jace. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

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The next day, Jace giggled at himself. He'd dyed his blonde hair pink, and wore a skin-tight sequined rainbow shirt. His white jeans looked sprayed on, and he completed the look with a wide black belt and chunky steel-toed black boots. "Oh, yas queen!" He smacked his ass and laughed.

He'd seen very little of Myles all day, but thanks to his preparations, he'd not had much time to dwell on it.

Exiting the bathroom, he ran directly into his roommate in the hall and stared in shock.

Myles wore his leather riding gear, jeans, boots, and on his head perched a new rainbow-colored beanie.

"So, I don't have rainbow stuff, really. Well, other than this thing." Myles fiddled with his hat. "You think this is okay for the parade?"

Jace laughed. "Ah, yeah! Yeah, it's great." He realized he was crying and wiped his eyes. "Dude, you don't have to do this."

"Come on. We're gonna be late."

Jace chuckled and snagged his jacket. "Okay."

They left the building, and Myles grabbed his hand. He pulled Jace along, eyes roving the street - seemingly begging for someone to say something to them.

They made it to the same corner as the day before, and Jace squeezed his hand. "Thanks, Myles."

Myles nodded. "Happy Pride, Jace."

"Happy Pride, Myles."

Thank you for reading my Pride Short!
If you enjoyed it, please rate, comment, and review. I appreciate any and all of the time you might spend on my work.
The story is based in large part on a training exercise a police force had their new officers undertake. In order to understand the prejudice faced by gay people, these officers walked around their soon to be beats holding hands with a same-sex partner. They were each and every one unpleasantly surprised by the reactions of those around them.
We've still a long way to go.
Copyright © 2021 Wayne Gray; All Rights Reserved.
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2 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

Sometimes the best way for someone to understand is to experience it firsthand.  This is a good illustration of why Pride should be celebrated and a nice tale of friendship.  I enjoyed this story.  

Thanks for reading and for the comment, Valkyrie.

I think you're right. I think that's what it takes for some to understand; they can't be told; they have to feel, see, and live it.

Myles had little idea what kind of courage it took for Jace to simply be himself. Well, now he knows. And he showed himself unwilling to let Jace walk the path alone. He's a good friend.

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7 minutes ago, Dr. John NYC said:

Now THAT is a friend! My last roommate in grad school and one of my best friends still to date was a straight man who was neutral about gay rights (not unreasonable for Georgia in the late 70's) -- until I came out. Then he became the most awesome Ally that you could imagine, sometimes even standing up against prejudicial/homophobic crap that I had decided to ignore. I could see him doing something like Myles did! He became such a supportive friend that he was the only straight man who was routinely invited to the gay parties. Thanks, Bill, for four decades of friendship and support -- and thanks @Wayne Gray for a delightful tale!

Thanks for the comments!

Ah, I'm so glad you had an ally in Bill. Friends like him are hard to find, and it sounds as if you recognize his value. Wow. Georgia in the late 70s. Noooo thank you! Yet, you survived it, maybe thanks, in part to friends like Bill! Myles definitely stepped up for Jace, and he showed himself a real friend. We can all use those in our lives, regardless of their sexuality.

2 minutes ago, Dr. John NYC said:

Experiencing prejudice of any kind first hand is the best -- perhaps the only -- way to really understand it. In NYC, there is a campaign going on now that challenges people who think there is no antisemitism to wear a yarmulke for a week and then report back. Don't know of anyone who has done it, but I thought it was a great approach to get people to open their eyes about prejudice.

I believe you're right on this one. People might have an idea of how it feels, but until they experience it themselves, they just don't know. And good for NYC! It's quite telling, I think, to have no takers in a city of millions for that challenge. People know. Deep down, they know. They may not realize the depth, but the fact that they're not taking on the challenge tells us that on some level, they're aware.

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6 minutes ago, Danilo Syrtis said:

Awesome short story ! 👍

Yes, Myles is indeed a real good friend, especially for what he did the next day : joining Jace to the pride show how he valued their friendship ! ❤️

 

He proved that he would walk the walk. A friend like that is hard to find, and Jace realized just how lucky he was as soon as he saw Myles in the hallway.

Thanks for the comment and for the read, Danilo! 🙂

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