Every year on the last Sunday in June a rainbow marches down 5th Avenue to the Christopher Street Pier in the West Village. Men who love men, women who love women, men dressed as women, women dressed as men and everything in between — sounds a little hectic and wild and fabulous, yes? It’s NYC Gay Pride and it is hectic and wild and fabulous. This is the day that New York City celebrates the LGBT (Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender) Community. The march sparked in honor & remembrance of the Stonewall riots in 1969, and has grown into one of the city’s most celebrated occasions.
My Pride Sunday started with a brunch at Jack Bistro on University Place and 11th St, a wonderful annual event that Jbru puts together. Place settings, mimosas, the whole shebang — it’s really quite fantastic. After brunch we trotted down 11th St. to 5th Ave to watch the march. It really warmed my heart to see the turnout in support of LGBT Community, and with the recent legalization of same-sex marriage on Friday night, it was particularly touching to be there in the midst of everyone.
I had some qualms about attending this year’s march. Do I really want to deal with the crowds of another New York Parade scene? Do I have the energy for it? And for weeks I resolved to simply make an appearance at JBru’s annual pride brunch, and then slip away to the park, or back to my apartment for some quiet reflection and time away from the madness. But then I thought about everything this week means, and I realized that despite the throngs of people and the inevitably overwhelming heat, if ever there were a time to join a community in standing up for themselves and showing the world that it is more than ok to be a man who loves another man, a woman who loves another woman, or any variation in between, this is it.
Here’s to the right to be proud of and loved for who we are — here’s to humanity and equality.
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