ok first thing a straight pride parade sounds awful. i don't see that being a fun party. maybe i am wrong.

second there is nothing inherently wrong with straight pride or white pride.

third and this is where the meat is I would ask why do you feel the need to publicly and loudly shout your pride? Do you feel your very identity being physically and socially threatened on a daily basis? So much so that you have to go to "Straight Clubs" in order to express affection for your significant other? There is no history of people being killed for being straight. No history of people being kicked out, disowned, or bullied for it. heterosexual marriage have been accepted as long as there has been marriage, with out exception.
So to the people who celebrate heterosexual pride i sincerely ask; Is the only reason you want to celebrate it because gay people celebrate gay pride? Did you see a space carved out in blood by another demographic and demand that you also be privy to it? Is it out of spite that "all these gays get to shove who they are in my face?"
Because if the reason is anything other than a deep feeling of passion and camaraderie with other heterosexuals, than you are being a jerk.
And if you just want a party, you are more than welcome to join us in Pride month. We have drinks and snacks.

Just something for individuals to chew on. i make no judgements on anyone.

A door way, and some sound proofing. Looking from the outside that is all that made this building special.
Its door held open for the destitute, for the broken, and beaten. Afraid to be themselves.
But here
Here in this place, this chapel.
the meek do gather.

This building of concrete, rubber, and metal, rusting
in a bustling town that ignores its presence
it's a sanctuary.
A safe place for these people who day in and day out live in fear.
Did i say too much?
Do they know?
Will they be angry?
Will they be violent?

This is no normal church though, for its congregation gathers not to pray but to be free from prayer.
To them every breathe is a prayer,
Every paranoid look over their shoulder,
Every mental social calculation,
Every sigh of relief when the little things go unnoticed,
happy to just be invisible.

When you walk through those doors, past the bouncer, to the bar, all of those feelings melting away in a cacophony of bass,
All the anger, all the fight or flight, all the fear.
Just love. Just acceptance.