I was there, working. I saw most of the parade and interviewed several participants. And I was conflicted.
Am I just a reflexive critic? My motives are pure — I want the movement to mature — but what’s the harm in a couple of days of hedonistic fun?
Then I saw the bears marching in leather thongs. And I was embarrassed. Those who hate us don’t differentiate by subgroup. We’re all radical gay activists trying to seduce their children and destroy America.
And Pride gives them fodder. Maybe I shouldn’t care what the haters think, but change requires some conversion. That’s happening, but progress is curbed when we celebrate shamelessness.
(more on the anachronism that is Pride here)



