Pride Day has just passed in my hometown of Hull. Pride flags were publicly displayed, replacing Union flags; countless posters were plastered on shop windows and adverts invaded social media feeds. One could not miss that the event was approaching. Fortunately, away in Stockport watching football, I escaped the parade of men in dresses; their giveaway cock and balls openly dangling between their legs. This came weeks into Pride Month, a fleeting four weeks dedicated to the LGBTQwerty community. Pride awareness, however, does not stop there. There are more upcoming events in a local town around Hull: the Pride of Beverley, which is also hosting a Dog Walk of Pride – hold me back. It is evident this community is always in the limelight. What for though? Scaring children, exploiting women and playing fancy dress?
