The following article, Father’s Day, and the LGBTQ Hijacking of June, was first published on The Black Sphere.
My wife reminded me this morning that June is special for two reasons. As she reminded me of my imminent birthday, I blurted out, “And it’s PRIDE Month!”
We both chuckled, since I hadn’t come out yet. Ok, all jokes aside, I’m about as alpha male as you can get. The two things we know that happen in June are my earlier mentioned birthday and Father’s Day.
Oh the irony, that I now must share my birth month with a cultural flash mob of rainbow flags, corporate pandering, and drag events. I used to look forward to June. Now I brace for it like tick season.
Let me get this out of the way: I don’t care who you love, marry, date, or swipe on. The First Amendment protects your rights. But does it really require a 30-day celebration with its own branding campaign?
Since when did who you sleep with qualify as a civic virtue?
The Washington Examiner wrote:
On the Left, Pride Month is no longer viewed as merely a celebration of individuality and freedom. It has become infected with woke nonsense and an openly partisan progressive agenda. Meanwhile, on the Right, Pride Month is viewed as an entirely excessive expression of identity politics. Many conservatives believe that sexuality is nothing to be proud of and feel that people should keep their private lives to themselves — not take to the streets clad in rainbow colors.
Due to societal virtue-signaling, LGBTQIA+—yes, they keep adding letters like they’re trying to beat Wheel of Fortune—has been gifted with a full month to celebrate their “queerness”. Meanwhile, Black Americans get February—shortest month of the year, often cold, and never associated with pool parties or vacation.
Worse, veterans get one day. Fathers? One day. Mothers get brunch and a card. But if you identify as “gender-fluid dragonfly,” you might just get a Nike deal.
Corporate America, of course, jumps in headfirst.
Every brand—Delta Airlines, Doritos, even your dog’s flea medication—suddenly sports a rainbow logo. Funny how none of them do it in the Middle East. Guess rainbow capitalism doesn’t fly where the real oppression lives.
We’ve gone from “equality” to enforced affirmation. You can’t just tolerate now—you must celebrate, signal, and submit. Otherwise, you’re labeled a bigot, a hater, or worse…a conservative.
But there has been backlash, as Newsweek reported back in 2023:
Not only has it been overshadowed by boycotts of brands that had trumpeted their support for transgender rights in particular, but opinion polls have suggested falling support for the LGBTQ+ community in general after years of growing acceptance.
And let’s talk about the parades.
There was a time Pride parades were about visibility and fighting for rights. Now it’s a drag show meets an OnlyFans preview. Family-friendly? Only if your family subscribes to HBO after dark.
What’s worse is the cultural shaming of anyone who doesn’t participate. Not joining in is seen as hate. Not flying the rainbow flag is considered an act of aggression. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to get a burger and some peace and quiet for my birthday.
Here’s a radical idea: what if we celebrated American pride this June?
You know, the kind that built this country? The kind that honors service, merit, integrity, and yes—families that actually raise children instead of drag them to burlesque shows at age six?
Instead of teaching kids about “pronouns,” how about we teach them about the Constitution? Instead of hosting Drag Queen Story Hour, how about Reading Comprehension Month? And while we’re at it, can we bring back the concept of humility? Because the original idea behind “pride” was about dignity—not performance art in fishnets.
This country is falling all over itself to affirm behavior, identity, and lifestyle—but what happened to affirming character?
Pride Month is less about equality now and more about special treatment. You don’t need to fly a rainbow to treat people with respect. That’s called being an adult.
June should be a celebration of freedom, not a month-long lecture on your sexuality. If you want to be free, be free. But don’t demand that the rest of us throw a parade for it. That’s not pride—that’s propaganda.
So this June, I’ll celebrate like I always do—with gratitude for my country, love for my family, and some serious grilled meat. And maybe, just maybe, we can all rediscover a little humble pride—the kind that doesn’t require hashtags, high heels, gaudy makeup, or tucking one’s genitals.
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