
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?

The culture war against the past is depriving us of a future.









