This year I've found myself surrounded more than ever before by the spirit of Pride as the annual celebration sweeps our boisterous town by the lake here in the Okanagan Valley, and it's given me a lot to think about. I've realized just how many friends I have in the LGBTQ community, and how much resistance there is in the world at large to them simply being who they are. It's been a bit of a week for that sort of resistance here in Kelowna, with certain residents of the valley coming forward with complaints about the rainbow-painted crosswalks downtown and then turning angry and hateful in a laughably incoherent radio interview.
In the face of all this the people of Kelowna have shown, as it were, their true colours. The outcry of support online has been phenomenal, and revived some of my lost hope in humanity. It's been a pleasure these past couple weeks to be part of that outpouring of support, and to create art for Kelowna Pride Week. It's pushed me to do some soul-searching, to ask some questions of myself that I've never considered in the past and to publicly present honest answers to those. As I wrote in the comic I produced for the Alternator Centre's Pride exhibition, it's a conversation I have often felt I have no place in...yet here I am.