✍️ #PrideOnThePage Week 3: LOVE (Connection, Intimacy, and Chosen Family) (June 14-21)
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💗 Week 3: Love (Connection, Intimacy, and Chosen Family)
We turn now toward each other—toward the tender places, the open hands, the homes we’ve found in one another.
This week invites you to write the people, moments, and connections that have made you feel seen, softened, steady.
What does love feel like when it’s yours to define?
Who holds you without asking you to shrink?
Runs June 15–21 on Substack Notes
Friends, welcome to Week 3 of #PrideOnThePage. This week is called Love—and it’s an invitation to explore the full, radiant spectrum of queer connection: friendship, intimacy, chosen family, touch, trust.
Each day from June 15–21, I’ll post:
one word
a poetic spark
and a gentle invitation to reflect—through writing, image, memory, music, collage, or any form that holds tenderness for you.
There’s no pressure to be profound. Some days, a gesture or a glance may be all you need to write. A single line can carry a whole world.
This week is not about romantic love alone. It’s about the spaces where you’ve been held without explanation. Where your joy was mirrored back to you. Where softness wasn’t weakness, but wisdom.
You’re invited to write with love, through love, or simply alongside it.
Join these brilliant creators who are responding with layered, moving reflections:
I’d be honored to witness what you share.
With care,
Jay 💗🖊️
💗 Week 3: Love
Connection, Intimacy, and Chosen Family
This week centers the ways we are held—and the ways we hold. Love, in queer lives, often arrives unannounced, unlegislated, and unmistakably real. It lives in gestures, in chosen family, in spaces where we don’t have to explain ourselves. These prompts invite you to explore trust, touch, and tenderness as acts of self-definition. Write into the relationships that shaped you—not through obligation, yet through choice.
#PrideOnThePage Day 15 (June 15): TOUCH
✨Let your words begin at the fingertips and end at the heart.✨
Where have you felt love without it needing to be explained?
This prompt asks you to write through the body: a hand held, a glance returned, a shoulder leaned on.
Let the physicality of closeness carry the poem—what you gave, what you received, what you never forgot.
#PrideOnThePage Day 16 (June 16): KIN
✨Describe love as a house you built by hand—with no blueprint.✨
Who are the people you found—or who found you—and made you feel known?
Chosen family doesn’t arrive whole. It’s built, slowly, from survival, trust, and shared language. This prompt invites you to map the people who hold you—and the ways you hold them. Or how you imagine it do be.
#PrideOnThePage Day 17 (June 17): OFFER
✨Offer something that can’t be returned. Let your creativity carry it.✨
What have you given freely, because it came from the center of who you are?
This prompt invites you to write the moment of offering—when you crossed a threshold with open hands. Focus on what moved, what opened, what lingered in the space where the gift once was. Let the act speak for itself.
#PrideOnThePage Day 18 (June 18): LONGING
✨Write longing as weather. Let it shift mid-sentence.✨
What ache do you return to—even when you’re not looking for it?
Longing is not a flaw. It’s a current, a tide, a forecast. This prompt invites you to write the shape of desire—fleeting or constant, gentle or wild. Let it move without needing to resolve
#PrideOnThePage Day 19 (June 19): PULSE
Come back June 19
#PrideOnThePage Day 20 (June 20): DEVOTION
Come back June 20
#PrideOnThePage Day 21 (June 21): NEST
Come back June 21
Continue the Challenge in the next weeks:
You don’t need to sign up. Just check my Substack Notes or #PrideOnThePage-Hub and the respective Essay for the week each day.
🫚 Week 1: Rooted (Foundations of Self) (was June 1-7)
🛡️ Week 2: Resistance (Power, Protest, and Survival) (Runs June 8 -14)
💗 Week 3: Love (Connection, Intimacy, Chosen Family)(Runs June 15-21)
🌈 Week 4: Becoming (Joy, Vision, and Liberation) (Runs June 22-28)
🏡 Final Days: Reflection and Celebration (Run June 29 and 30)
✨ What becomes of it
By the end of June, you may hold:
Thirty sparks
A thread you didn’t know you needed
A language for something previously unspoken
You might gather what you’ve written and shape it into:
A stitched poem
A reimagined About page
A queer manifesto
A letter to your future or former self
Or maybe you keep it private. Whole. Undisturbed. That’s writing too.
What matters is that you showed up.
What matters is that you wrote.
✨ Why This Matters
Writing opens a door.
Not just to the page, but to each other.
This challenge is about what happens when we meet with curiosity instead of certainty.
When we ask instead of assume.
When we explore the space between what we’ve been told and what we’ve begun to know.
You don’t need credentials. You don’t need a label. You don’t need to be sure.
You just need to begin.
So bring your voice.
Bring your questions.
Bring your presence.
Let’s put pride on the page—together.
With care,
Jay 🏳️🌈✍
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🐾 A Note from Monty
Hi. It’s me. Monty.
I’ve been supervising from the keyboard (as you can imagine, I’m very helpful). And I just wanted to say—you did it.
You showed up.
You made room for your truth.
You dared to write something into the world that hadn’t existed before.
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You’re part of this now.
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Monty 🐾💚
I strongly sense I may be posting this response to the TOUCH prompt for this week in the wrong place, but perhaps not, and I trust Jay to let me know!! :) Touch
Touch
I thought I’d be writing about my relationship about my very long-distance relationship with my partner of 19 years but in this, I am pondering my mom.
In my childhood-the touch was confusing
It was there
And felt good
On occasion
Deeply so
But would dissipate
The trust
(required for me)
In my sensitive response to the way the humans related
Picking up
From a very young age
on what seemed to be the inauthenticity
Of people not expressing what they were really feeling
Made me cautious and a little uneasy
With the touch that was given too soon
Following a break in the trust.
To me, I felt that touch was this sacred gift that could be given and received
Only in the presence of truth and trust and safety--complete and unwavering
(Not much room for humanity)
My own
Others
To hug and hold and caress and be caress and hugged and held
This started very very early in my life
Today
In my 60s
I live and help care
For my almost 90 year old mom
Whose long hugs
On and off
Throughout the day
In places around her home
As if it’s the first time she’s seeing me in weeks
Hugs
That come with a warm smile on her face
envelop me
In the perfect embrace
With
Acceptance
Healing
Safety
Trust
Delight
Warmth
Delight
I think we must have been close
In those early months
of Life
Perhaps created a distance for a time
But the distance is gone
I am here
In the presence of what may always existed
A deep love
Such a sweet touch
That of a mother who loves her child
Who always loved her child
Who has carried the love for all of her children
And that of a daughter who recognizes
The gift of this love
And can receive it
With such a grateful heart
Without question
Without expectation
A touch that allows me to feel her essence
And her heart.
Oh, this one makes me smile Bigly 🥰🤭🇨🇦
I Am Canadian, and all my life I have treated others with respect, dignity and kindness. ❤️🇨🇦❤️
In all my interactions with other humans- ALL other humans, I show humour, laughter and Joy.
I literally pass it on. Always.
Those who are as I am know this feeling:
It’s WONDERFUL! 🥰🙌🤭🫂❤️
I get my bad ass self all dolled up, put on my Statement Tshirts, and do my Awesome, Sparkling Thing! 💫🧚♀️🕊️🏳️🌈🦋🇨🇦
Yesterday was my Barbie Tshirt, my fun sparkly bling, and my blue hair in a mini Mohawk 😉💋🌶️
I show LOVE 💕 and I get it back 🥰🙌🕊️🤭