NYC Pride, No Really
Jun. 28th, 2011 02:47 amSo, NYC Pride. You know, I don't actually enjoy journaling the events of my life half as much as I enjoy reviewing things, but in this case I feel like I'll regret it ten years hence if I don't -- historic NYC Pride, eve of the marriage equality resolution that lit up the Empire State Building in rainbow colors, parade through Stonewall Place, all that stuff. Alternatively, I may in ten years be of the opinion that this day wasn't all that significant at all, because marriage equality is barely the start of the LGBT struggle/it got repealed a moment later (please no)/more important things happened since/aliens invaded/SkyNet/climate change/bears/other. But I also might regret it. So: New York Pride 2011, the ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
prodigy and thez version. I'm appropriating thez until she writes her own version.
( 2:31PM: Dude who looks like Maes Hughes dancing with abandon on a float in red hot pants to Cee Lo Green )
And as for the parade: the first post I made about it, when I got home, was an honest one; I'm glad for my sunglasses. Cool guys don't look at explosions. But while we're talking about not crying behind them or anything and things I couldn't possibly have teared up at -- I didn't-tear-up at the beginning at all the signs thanking Governor Cuomo, and I-didn't-tear-up really hard at the tiny contingent of people honoring Harvey Milk. And every time I saw the Stonewall Pl streetsign a handful of yards away from us.
All in all: an insane, enormous celebration, Cave of Forgotten Dreams, and I think I'll give my feet some time to heal before I next go a-wandering with Z. But I'm looking forward.
I know marriage equality is the first yellow brick on our road, and that there are a lot of us the mainstream political gay rights movement have thrown under the bus or sold out straight-up for the holy grail of marriage equality. It's no unqualified We Did It!. But I also know that -- standing in the Village not far from the Stonewall Inn -- the streets hold the blood of many boys and girls who shed it and because of them, a boy and a girl could stand there in 2011 and complain about people trying to stand on a potted plant, and know for just one day of the year that it would be the straight bullies who were afraid right now of us. And for that I have to say thank you. Thank you, everyone from Stonewall, and thank you for fighting the fight that I'm young enough to benefit from. I don't know what else to say. I don't have my sunglasses on.
prodigy and thez version. I'm appropriating thez until she writes her own version.( 2:31PM: Dude who looks like Maes Hughes dancing with abandon on a float in red hot pants to Cee Lo Green )
And as for the parade: the first post I made about it, when I got home, was an honest one; I'm glad for my sunglasses. Cool guys don't look at explosions. But while we're talking about not crying behind them or anything and things I couldn't possibly have teared up at -- I didn't-tear-up at the beginning at all the signs thanking Governor Cuomo, and I-didn't-tear-up really hard at the tiny contingent of people honoring Harvey Milk. And every time I saw the Stonewall Pl streetsign a handful of yards away from us.
All in all: an insane, enormous celebration, Cave of Forgotten Dreams, and I think I'll give my feet some time to heal before I next go a-wandering with Z. But I'm looking forward.
I know marriage equality is the first yellow brick on our road, and that there are a lot of us the mainstream political gay rights movement have thrown under the bus or sold out straight-up for the holy grail of marriage equality. It's no unqualified We Did It!. But I also know that -- standing in the Village not far from the Stonewall Inn -- the streets hold the blood of many boys and girls who shed it and because of them, a boy and a girl could stand there in 2011 and complain about people trying to stand on a potted plant, and know for just one day of the year that it would be the straight bullies who were afraid right now of us. And for that I have to say thank you. Thank you, everyone from Stonewall, and thank you for fighting the fight that I'm young enough to benefit from. I don't know what else to say. I don't have my sunglasses on.
