All it takes is one glorious New York Sunday.
Fifth Avenue packed three- and four-deep, lined
with rainbow flags—and everyone cheering and
smiling. Gay Pride in abeyance? Loss of interest
and lack of attendance? Hardly. Think again.
There’s a contingent of gay firemen marching
proudly, followed by a corps of gay
policemen—and the crowd cheering them on. To
think that we’ve arrived at this point. Still so
far to go—but already, we’re here. It’s enough
to make you Spank Someone Happy—which is what’s
written on wooden paddles handed out by the
And a float called Streetwork, filled with local
youth, cheering for their group
Still so far to go—when we need to be reminded
to care for our own youth.
And gay dogs in rainbow leis and two gay dads,
one of whom holds their toddler aloft, on his
shoulders—only to watch the kid get sprayed
full-on with a water gun. The crowd roars with
laughter—but the kid is not amused. He wails and
wails. Of course he does—he’s a sensitive gay
Some years it rains and some years it’s
humid—but not this year. This year the weather
is gay fabulous. Sunny and mild—and perfect for
celebrating. There’s no room for mean today, and
a t-shirt with the words Buck Fush seems somehow
a response for a world that’s still not quite
Boyz and couples, all colors and shapes, men and
girls, and kids waving rainbow flags, draped in
multi-colored beads. We’re gonna get it right
someday. Love and pride all the time.