I’M SO PROUD
Because I work for an organization with ties to the lesbian/gay/bisexual/transgendered (LGBT) community, I spent a couple of hours today manning (as it were) the agency’s booth at the Seattle Pride Festival.
This event used to be called the Gay Pride Parade. In recent years it has expanded to occupy an entire weekend. And I guess “gay” was just too exclusive a term, so it was dropped. Now anyone can show up and be proud.
I had great fun at the booth, watching the LGBT people stream by. Plenty of straight (S) folks were there, too. My family came with me, as did Gungaboy, and my eight-year-old turned out to be an ace pamphleteer. My husband showed his support and pride in his dorky middle-aged straight white guyness by wearing the gayest clothes in his closet (a blindingly bright Hawaiian print shirt and matching pink Converse high tops).
Interestingly, I noticed that most of the gay male couples I saw were dressed in unremarkable Seattle summer style (khaki shorts, Teva sandals, and sweatshirts). The more flamboyantly costumed men, like the one dressed in orange body paint and a towel, and the one in head-to-toe neoprene, were alone. (Gungaboy said neoprene-guy was making a safe sex statement, but I’m not sure I believe him.)
There were also some fabulous drag queens. By virtue of their towering 6-foot height, their perfect hair and makeup, and their enormous bosoms, some of these guys would easily have qualified for supermodel status had they actually been women.
I’m sorry to say I missed the parade, and therefore didn’t get to wave at the Dykes on Bikes who ride every year. Maybe next time.
The festival drew more than 100,000 people over two days. The music flowed freely, and all was happy and peaceful.
A few miles away, a counter-event was held at a church by the James Dobson “I’m OK, you’re going to hell” crowd. As far as I know, that one was peaceful too.
Almost makes me wish I was L. But then my employer wouldn’t have a token S chick on staff. Anything I can do for diversity…