Today's post won't have any double-entendres.
Or even any single ones. In other words, it will be completely
unironic--and short.
As you probably know, it's LGBT Pride Day. I have marched in a few parades past, but I didn't this year. To tell you the truth, I've never cared for it. For one thing, I hate being forced to walk slowly in a stop-and-stop fashion in a crowd. Also, the noise gives me a headache.
But I was involved with an event en route--specifically, between the Stonewall Inn and the Christopher Street Pier, where the march ends. Specifically, I was preparing and serving food (chicken, pasta salad and burgers, mainly) and greeting people. Though I'm pretty introverted, I prefer that to actually marching in the parade.
So...I'll just share this image from the march:
P.S. The Stonewall Rebellion is one of those historic events I would have liked to see: It's a great story. I was ten years old when it happened, but, at the time,I knew nothing about it: nobody in my conservative blue-collar (mostly Italian and Catholic) neighborhoorhood in Brooklyn talked about it. At least, I don't recall hearing anybody talk about it. On the other hand, I heard all about Woodstock!
My son went to Pride in Chicago last year. When he got home he didn't seem all that enthused. When I pressed him for the reason he described the parade as "gay people behaving badly". He is pretty shy and introverted and I think the parade was a sort of rowdy he wasn't used to at 16.
ReplyDeletePhillip--I can understand how your son feels. As I said, I'm not crazy about parades. And, honestly, I try to lead a more or less normal life for a woman of a certain age and a certain amount of education. I hate to sound snooty, but I really don't want to be associated with men walking around in thongs.
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