I Know Where My Feet Have Been

#PrideOnThePage Day 12: MARCH - A Writing from Queer Solidarity.

Wild Lion*esses Pride from Jay

Jun 12, 2025

#PrideOnThePage Day 12 (June 12): MARCH

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Wild Lion*esses Pride from Jay

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✨Write the sound of marching feet from beneath the pavement.✨ Whose protest echoes through your own voice? Whose courage built the road beneath your pen? Today’s prompt asks you to write from solidarity and movement—from history’s pulse and your own. Whether you march with your feet or with your words, let the cadence carry.

I Know Where My Feet Have Been

I marched.
Feet on pavement. In cities that remember.

I marched in Göttingen, Berlin, New York.
Hamburg, New Orleans, San Francisco.
Trier. Cologne. Hannover. And again Berlin.

Different years. Different bodies beside me. Same pulse in the street.

I organised. In 2000, 2001—I did the work that brought others there. I knew exactly why I did it.

I stood on the LSVD wagon at CSD Cologne, full view, no hiding.
Later that year I stood before the world press in Bonn, at the Bundespressekonferenz. We had won the registered partnership law. I stood there with all of us behind me. All those steps that led to that room.

Then—I stopped marching.

I returned to Einbeck. I chose silence, not out of surrender, out of care. My late partner’s practice stood too exposed. Words would have spilled over where they harmed her. I would not do that. She had carried enough.
So I worked. I held that choice, and its cost.

In 2021 I came out as non-binary. She was gone. The old silence was no longer required.

Now—
I march again, not with feet this time, with words.
Yet make no mistake: I know exactly where my feet have been.
And I know exactly why I speak again now.

The march never ends. It changes form.
I am part of it still. Fully, openly. No erasure.