
This was definitely going to be the year that I give it a miss. I'm looking down the barrel of 50, for goodness sake--let the Kids fight the crowds. The garden is desperate for attention, the dog needs a bath, and I'd really love to go for a bike ride.
And then I thought of little Jay--the first of my friends who died. And Bob--who just died last week. And Frank Kameny. And Matthew Shepard. And the glorious drag queens of Stonewall. And those beautiful Sirens on their Bikes. And those PFLAG families, who ALWAYS make me cry, dammit. And Fred Phelps. And that scared, confused little baby Gay somewhere out there, who thinks there's something wrong with him because he can't take his eyes of his friend's older brother.
And so--because I can--off I go.
I hope you all have a great day!
Interesting that Pride was taking place over the same weekend in many cities this year rather than spreading them across the Summer.
Out on the street yesterday, I stopped to eavesdrop on a lady who was stopping people to interview them and ask them the question "What does Pride mean to you". She was becoming increasingly agitated with the answers she got. The first answer I heard was one guy in a group of guys who said "Pride means we've been working out every single day for 6 months getting ready for it!!". The next guy's response was "Pride means I can eat again tomorrow!" Another response was "Pride means I can party all week with my besties!"
I listened for a little while and most answers were just variations of those three, until she told the camera guy she was with to "F*CK it, this is ridiculous". But really, that's kind of what "Pride" has become. At least here in the city.
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