I have attended one pagan pride day since coming out of the broom closet and I would love to attend another. It always works out that the one here in New Hampshire falls on a day where I worked 12 hours the night before. Considering the closest event to me is 3 hours away, I do not think that driving that far after no sleep is a good idea. The one I attended years ago was a fun thing, I met Dana Eilers, and she autographed my copy of “Pagans and the Law”. This was a huge deal for me.
For me, Pagan Pride days are a good way to meet new people of the same mindset. Living in extreme northern New Hampshire is not conducive to finding new witches. They are open to the public, which gives our community the opportunity to show that we are just normal people. Then there is the gate fee of a non-perishable food item that goes to the local food bank or other charity, which helps those who are less fortunate and have fallen on hard times. What is not good about that?
Attending a PPD gives me the chance to get out and find some things I do not have access to in my neck of the woods, and searching out stores in this area is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I plan to stock up on things like herbs, incense, and charcoal tabs when I go this year. I found some tabs that were made without saltpeter the last one I went to in Massachusetts and would love to find more. I can attend workshops on subjects and get to ask questions of a real person. If there is a ritual, I will be able to get in on that as well.
I guess for me, PPD is the one time a year where I feel like a part of a community and not so much of a lone wolf all on my own.