That's right: for many cities around the world, today is pride day. Still other communities will celebrate in the fall when the weather is cooler. We commemorate the night of June 28, 1969 when occupants of the Stonewall Inn fought back. The following year, a peaceful march with a few hundred people began at the the corner of Hollywood Blvd and McCadden Place here in Los Angeles.
My first parade was probably in 1981 in Dallas. Of course, memory being what it is, faulty, it seems that those times were much more political statements than today's hedonistic celebrations sponsored by (insert brand here). That's not a bad thing: it's the time evolving. And there are still political battles to be fought and won.
One thing about getting older, you don't 'miss' those old days as much as try to understand the feelings you had then. And for me, that's what keeps those memories where they belong: in the past.
From cyberspace, I wish everyone a proudful, and prideful day with plentiful memories to treasure.
My first parade was probably in 1981 in Dallas. Of course, memory being what it is, faulty, it seems that those times were much more political statements than today's hedonistic celebrations sponsored by (insert brand here). That's not a bad thing: it's the time evolving. And there are still political battles to be fought and won.
One thing about getting older, you don't 'miss' those old days as much as try to understand the feelings you had then. And for me, that's what keeps those memories where they belong: in the past.
From cyberspace, I wish everyone a proudful, and prideful day with plentiful memories to treasure.
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