Lunch with Dad today. As he declines, he looks so forward to an activity with family on each weekend day.
I decided that I would run to Dad’s house through in Central Park, and then all the way east to Dad’s house.
As I was running, things seemed a bit off. I didn’t know why. There were people all around doing usual Park things — running, skateboarding, picnicking — and East Side things — shopping and arguing and looking at maps to figure out their bearings.
All the usual sights and sounds . . .
I was surrounded by straight people — couples, singles or with their families. Ok, maybe not all straight. Just not embracing their inner gay.
Where were the other gay people? WHERE WAS EVERYONE?
Did I not get the flyer?
Wait, ah . . .
They were downtown at the biggest NYC outdoor party of the year!!! Celebrating the revolution and evolution of gay rights, which feels a little like this photo:
In truth, I haven’t marched in a Gay Pride parade in many, many years. Because, to riff on the old ACT UP chant:
I am here, I am queer and I am soooo used to it.
I hope it was a fun party.
And don’t worry, I kept things integrated uptown.