I, for one, am too disabled to get to a pride parade and march. It also doesn't help that I burst into flames in the sun like a vampire. (Okay, I exaggerate. I go into shock in less than an hour in direct July sunlight. I might be a vampire.)

At the point that we can augment ourselves with cybernetics to not just mitigate disability but to have transhumanist advantages, we won't need a pride month so much as a remember the normies ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ month. (Same thing we do every year, Pinky.)