Rainbow Seoul

FE21E3E9-6F47-45F2-9DDF-EE1CB9C59CEC.pngJune is Pride month and my partner and I were lucky to start the first of June off with Seoul Pride. I’ve been attending Seoul Pride for several years now and each year brings more people to celebrate together.

While there are protesters on the outside of Seoul Plaza,  their numbers are dwindling. The first time I saw them I was a little afraid because many of them were aggressive. They’ve spat on Pride goers, shouted manically into their megaphones, and they’ve thrown themselves onto the road to prevent the parade from going on.

My first year, I saw a group of protesters beating away furiously at drums. They tried very hard to drown out our music. Seeing that made me wonder: how much hate or self-hate do you have to have to go out of your way to protest Pride? Rather than feeling scared now I feel sorry for them. I can’t imagine how many of them are closeted or what kind of abuse they’ve experienced. Seeing them on the parade route they looked rather pathetic. They shouted at us and held up their archaic signs telling us we were going to hell and that we were sinners. They threw a lot of hate at us and they tried to drown out our festivities, but hate can never conquer love. None of the 70,000+ Pride attendees retaliated in any way. We only shouted with joy and waved our flags proudly.

Seoul Pride 2019❤️🧡💛💚💙💜Being in the parade and seeing so many people attend made me feel very emotional and brought back memories of my first Pride. I knew I was bisexual years before I came out to anyone, but it was when I went to Pride that I felt I belonged. I knew that this community was a place that I had always belonged, even when I didn’t know it.

Our rainbow family is beautiful. We have so many expressions of sexuality and gender that all tell different stories of the human experience. We are all beautiful and we don’t need to be anything but ourselves. During Pride month and always, remember that love is love for each other and yourself.

Happy Pride 🖤❤️🧡💛💚💙💜



Finding Pride – Seoul Pride 2018

6E132E3C-94B6-48F9-8790-23D0F1247EF1Seoul Pride came around on July 14th this year and I was more excited than usual because it was my partner’s first time at Pride. We knew it was going to be hellishly hot, so we made sure to stay hydrated and rather than staying for the whole festival we arrived around 2pm.

Waiting to cross the street to enter the festival🌈

A9A2D273-61D4-4B1A-8A98-9C5D987DFE9EEach year that I have attended has had many participants, but it was definitely a lot more crowded than in the past. The crowd was so large that I could hardly see any of the booths inside. Seeing so many people in attendance made my little queer heart sing. Despite all obstacles and difficulties they were there making a stand as a queer person or as an ally.

One of the few booths that we were able to get to🌈

I didn’t know that the Amsterdam Rainbow Dress would be at Seoul Pride, but I’m glad that it was there. It’s imporant for us to be aware of what other queer people go through in countries that don’t have laws to protect them. My partner and I decided to take a picture near the dress, but because she isn’t out yet(neither am I😅) I had to cover her face. We both hope to be out to everyone one day, but for several hours that day we were able to hold hands, kiss each other publicly and we were recognized as a couple. No strange looks or hate from anyone inside❤️🧡💛💚💙💜


This woman’s sign is saying not to get the mark of the beast😂

We walked around and decided to go outside of the festival grounds to see what the protestors were up to. I wanted to see how many hateful people decided to show up this year and it wasn’t that many. This is my 4th Pride in Seoul and the protesters numbers look as though they are dwindling while our numbers keep growing. I actually feel sorry for them, because among them I am sure there were people who are closeted and afraid. There were probably others who are oppressed by the dogma of their religion and of course there are those who are just hateful. I’m sure the complexities are much deeper than this, but they must live very sad lives to put that much effort into trying to stop others from being themselves and living life freely.

Waiting for the parade to start🏳️‍🌈

One of many lame signs from the protesters


Yes, you are loved❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Just a small portion of the parade☺️🏳️‍🌈

It was hot and we were tired, but we survived the heat and had an amazing time. We left feeling physically tired, but spiritually high. The energy that everyone emitted was powerful, full of love, pride and unafraid. We were there to demonstrate our right to exist and celebrate our differences. No matter what your sexual or gender identity is, you have a right to be you. You are beautiful. You are worthy. You are loved. Love is love is love is love❤️🧡💛💚💙💜


Sacred Ink

8DE52C7A-1735-48F4-9856-8D15BB6154BFI remeber wanting a tattoo when I was 18 years old because I thought it was trendy and cute. I know, big eye roll into the back of your head. I actually got over the idea of getting a tattoo rather quickly so I am very thankful that I didn’t get one when the tattoo would have held no meaning to me.

Fast forward several years and I started to see tattoo artists on instagram that are creating amazing tattoos. I didn’t realize the skill that is required when giving someone a tattoo and I started following many of these artist because their work was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes away from their creations that came to life and told different stories. I started to view tattoos differently and I realized that having a tattoo was a way for me to show part of my spiritual path. That is when I decided that I wanted a tattoo. I did’t make an immidate appointment, but I was a lot more informed than I was when I was a teenager and I knew exactly what I wanted.

I had decided on getting a realistic triple moon with the colors of the bisexual flag on it. My religion and my sexuality are two very important parts of my life and I felt as though this design would be the most meaningful tattoo for me.

I took my time searching for an artist and I found one that I felt was able to give me what I wanted. I messaged her and sent here all of the details about my idea, but I never received a message back. I was sad and disappointed because I had my heart set on that particular artist giving me my first tattoo. I momentarily gave up the idea of getting a tattoo but my partner encouraged me to continue looking at other artists, so I started searching again and I found my artist.

There were so many signs pointing to her being the one to tattoo me. First, she only does tattoos for women. Secondly, her name is 타투이스트 달 (Tattoist Moon). Third, she was very responsive and worked with me over messenger for a few weeks before my visit. Lastly, she brought my design to life and created something that went beyond what I had imagined. When I went in to see her she had printed out 6 different sizes for me to choose from and while she was willingly to place my tattoo anywhere I wanted, she did give me her perfesional opinion on why she thought another placement was better. Throughout the process she gave such great customer service and she made the whole process less stressful for me.

Photo credit goes to Tattoist Dal

This is my first tattoo, so it wasn’t pain free, but I am beyond happy with the final result. It’s part of my body now and every time I look at it I love it. I am beyond grateful to the artist for bringing something so meaningful and sacred to life and putting herself at risk for her art. Tattooing someone without a medical license is illegal in Korea so I really respect this artist and her work. This process reminded of how the Goddess works in my life and how the universe is working out as it should )0(