12 June 2006

Had a FABULOUS Pride weekend. The weather was glorious--sunny, breezy, mid-70s. (Usually Pride's are hazy, hot, and humid.) Sat outside FoodBar on 17th Street with friends--had some burgers and margaritas--and watched the parade. Floats, and drag queens, and shirtless cowboys, and leather daddies, and topless motorcylists, our gay marching band and every community group of every stripe. (Love the gay pacific islanders and the socialist gay group!) As usual the PFLAG contingent brought out one of the largest applauses (and the most tears.) There's nothing like seeing someone's mom wearing a boa and holding a sign that says "My gay son deserves to marry!" or "I love my gay daughter!" I've been blessed with a supportive mom--and I often forget there are MANY in my community whose parents DON'T support them. Even cut them off from the family--emotionally, spiritually, and financially. Anyway, we then went to two parties in the evening, and then the next morning after b'fast, we made our way to Pennsylvania Avenue for the street festival.

Here's some pics from the weekend: