My pride’s a riot, it’s not a parade.

My pride's a riot, not a parade. This Autistic Pride Day arrives ornery. The right to live in community is being dismantled on every front at once — behaviorism rebranded as care, eugenics said out loud, the institution waiting at the end of every cut. Neuronormative domination is the key problem of our time, and it is coming for us as queer, neurodivergent, and disabled people on all fronts. We're tired. So very tired. Spoken about, written over, pathologized — flattened into checklists and outcomes, drowned out even during Pride Month. And still we choose to live proudly. It is deeply subversive to live proudly while the world soaks us in shame. The closet can only stop you from being seen. It is not shame-proof. Neither are we. So this year, I'm going to shake it off. Get down. It's hootenanny time. The post My pride’s a riot, it’s not a parade. first appeared on Stimpunks Foundation.