Today was the Seattle Pride Parade and I was able to soak in some of the excitement and energy this morning before heading back to my side of the lake.
At 7:30 downtown was quiet, but the streets blocked off and 50 or so volunteers in orange shirts were fanning out down the soon to be parade route. My friend and I talked with some folks while we strolled down the blissfully quiet and cool streets.
Later when I met Misty and her man for breakfast on the sidewalk cafe at the Monaco the crowd was starting to build, floats were in progress, music was blasting. I was so sad that I was committed to another activity today. I wanted to stay and enjoy the parade and the crowd.
Maybe it's because Seattle is so liberal or that I am, but an event that celebrates diversity makes me happy. I can see where our parents may be uncomfortable with the way some of the diversity is celebrated - the 6 foot man in white hot pants, black bra and sporting a padded ass could be hard to take if you're not comfortable with people being who they want to be (i.e. not "normal like me".)
I'm grateful that my life experiences have enabled me to be open to others, and I'm delighted to celebrate my gay friends! Go Team!
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We have a "side" of the lake?!? Have you looked at a map recently?
How come it's O.K. for you to say "her man" or "my cat" but if you say "his woman" or I say "my female raccoon" everyone would be all up in arms.
By the way, the other coons (can I say that?) and I all really miss Peter. He was sweet, and if he never really understood us that well (who does . . . who does?), at least he mostly stayed the hell out of our way. Farewell, Peter, brave traveller.
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