(This is has nothing to do with writing. But it’s my blog and I can blog what I want to.)
When I was a kid I probably went to two or three “gay” parades (don’t get all pc on me, that’s what it was called) and that was only to see the naked guy. Pride Parade was for Gay Pride and us straight folk understood that. We knew our place. It was ok to stand on the fringes to watch men and women proudly wave their rainbow flag. We didn’t participate….Because the event wasn’t for US. I’m not talking about family members who party and march in solitude with their brothers, sisters, cousins, mothers and fathers. I’m talking about the frat boy/hipster/tech/sorority types who like to kiss and hump each other at parties for shock value…you know who you are, you’re the same jerks that ruined Bay 2 Breakers for the last two years.
You dress in rainbow and where flowers in your hair because it’s SOOO San Francisco. You kiss each other in selfies with a rainbow flag as your backdrop, then post them on Instagram because you LIVE for likes. You could care less about the parade or the brave women and men who have endured hate and shame at the hands of, well, people like you, in high school, middle school, any school.
By all means show up and dress in a rainbow tank top, hell, even put flowers in your hair. Just please, please remember – Pride Is NOT About You! Show some respect for those who view the event as a celebration of who they are and what they have overcome to be there. Honor the fact that some of those people have been disowned by their families, they are searching for camaraderie and acceptance, not some drunk chick looking for a photo op and a great story to take back to the East Bay.
Respect. Love. Peace.
If you want to read an actual article on this subject. This is a good one.
This one entitled Gay Pride is a Great Place to pick up chicks. It just proves my point.