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!
