This year, Pride was unbelievably important to me.

Three prides ago I went after work and met up with my old housemate, Tom. I felt incredibly overwhelmed, full of anxiety and tremendously sad. I'd broken up with my first girlfriend and went to at least try and make some friends that were gay so that I might stand a chance of getting over it. I think I came out of it feeling worse than I did before - ridiculously awkward and unwelcomed by everyone I met there.

 Two prides ago I went with my ex-girlfriend, who, I should say, is now one of my closest and most cherished friends. We sat on Soho Square, drank at the Farm and generally had a hilarious time. But still, it was only her that I really knew in the lesbian world, and at that point is was way too awkward for us to be each other's wing-women. Last year I promised myself that I'd make sure that the next pride was different. I swore I'd spend the year making an active effort to include myself within the London LGBT scene, both politically and socially. I promised myself I'd try to overcome the crippling anxiety that stopped me from doing all of these things, and that try even harder to turn myself into a 'YES' person. I'd do all that and come back a year later with a whole new spirit. It totally paid off.

This year's pride was a celebration of the incredible things that this year has given me. I've been lucky enough to have met some of the most incredible people that London has to offer, and do some really amazing things with it. My whole life has changed, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I started the day at Waterloo station waiting for my girlfriend, Amy,  to come home from a week away paying homage to Shakespeare up in Stratford-Upon-Avon, we went home and my London family (aka. Char, Twig, Hayley, minus Jo as he was in Glasto) were making breakfast for us all before a day of heavy drinking. I had one of those overwhelming emotional moments when you just get a huge swell of joy in your stomach and you're not really sure what to do with it. We bought some Babycham and lots and lots of ginny in a tinny and head straight into Central. The buzz you get from Pride is amazing, it's so difficult to explain.

It pissed it down the whole time so we ended up watching The Familyyy Fierce and Sink The Pink and then finding shelter in a Charing Cross Road doorway where we continued drinking and plugged in a speaker. I think we must have played 'Sissy That Walk' at least 20 times. I didn't take many pictures but here's a little selection taken by me, Amy and John.

The rest of the day was spent sitting around Soho Square, meeting up with friends, drinking on the street till super late and partying at my house. Sorry after-parties, I just couldn't be in you.

My favourite bit about this photo is 1, we're in KFC and 2, THIS WOMAN in the background! Totally priceless.  

I'd just like to give a big gay thanks to OkCupid for bringing me my amazing girlfriend. James Joyce for giving me a great starting topic to convince her that I was worth her time. G-A-Y late, Twat Boutique, Fanny Pack, Sink The Pink, The Meth Lab, The Shift, RuPaul's Drag Race, East Bloc for always being there for drunk, drunk, drunk times and endless memories; Dattch - Emily in particular for being so good to me and everyone and everything in between. This past year has been the most memorable and productive year of my life, and now I'm certainly the happiest and


I've ever been.

Here's to so many more. Happy, flamboyant and free.

XO Sarah.