Loud and Proud at Philly Pride

We went to Philly Pride on Sunday. I haven’t been to a big city Pride event in years (Lambertville and New Hope don’t count), and I wanted to see one before they’re banned. Just kidding … not really.

We’re under continuous assault by the cross-wearing Christian Nationalists and their army of the half-dead. They continue to obsess over trangender people they’ve never met, but who they’re certain are coming for their children and their Bibles. They have always hated how expressive queer people are, and how unashamed of being ourselves we’ve somehow managed to become despite centuries (yes, centuries) of dehuminzation, criminalization and contempt. We think for ourselves, we celebrate ourselves, some of us wear nipple rings and nose rings and wedding rings, and they hate it. Their definition of freedom is the freedom to call use freaks, and to deny us services from room rentals to health care. They fantasize a god who demands whatever rules they imagine themselves bound by, and they want the rest us falling in line. So how about we fall in line dancing instead. Enjoy this video from Philly Pride, grab the nearest rainbow flag and fly it high with a twirl and a wink. Then do it again.

Six friends in Philly

Friends Gerry and Sean from NYC staying for a few days, and our neighbors Phil and Jim (together 50 years!) on a train trip to the City of Otherly Love.