![]() Pride.Īnd even more so, I wish Alex Claremont-Diaz could have been there, dancing on a float while probably wearing something ridiculous, volunteering with charity organizations, giving impassioned speeches about those who have come before and what we owe to them, charming the pants off of everyone of any gender, soaking it all in and living his life to the fullest, proud to stand up and represent all the incredible things that he represents – the nation’s beloved biracial, bisexual First Son, history in the making.īut here and now, in the summer of 2019, he’s probably lounging in the East Bedroom of the White House, or lurking the halls of the Dirksen Building. I wish I could have been there, among the hundreds of thousands of people gathered to lift each other up, to feel the spirit of the city and the world, the ghosts of the past and the promises of future. It’s only fitting that New York served 2019’s WorldPride host city as we commemorate half a century of progress – not always in a single forward line, but enough to change minds, save lives, and know that we can never, ever go back. So I can imagine it, a little: what it would have been like to be amongst it last weekend. It was raucous – totally inappropriate for a theater, some might say – and it was a blessing to be a part of. Have you ever attended a night performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Broadway immediately following that same afternoon’s Pride Parade, on the same weekend that the nation’s LGBTQ+ community was granted its biggest legal validation ever, authorising their love as a basic human right? I have, and let me tell you – that audience was a loud, proud, flag-waving, glitter-shedding cacophony of joy. It’s an experience I’m immensely grateful for, especially as the difficult circumstances surrounding the passing of marriage equality via public vote in my own country a few years later felt so much less victorious and just.Īnd it was fun, full of color and light and connection.The atmosphere in every queer space we entered was buzzing that weekend. What we found was a rally in the square outside Stonewall, and we walked up just in time to see Edith Windsor take the stage and speak about her journey as a pioneer for marriage equality and LGBTQ+ rights, her own hard-won Supreme Court cases. We didn’t know what was going to be going down, but we knew there would be something, and we knew where to find it. So we converged, with thousands of others, on Christopher Street, to watch and listen and feel and be. It was the one and only time in my life that I have spontaneously felt a deep, tribal urge to go out and be a part of something, to gather in the streets because of the enormity of the news.
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