The clouds parted just as the Dykes on Bikes roared down Robson!
Even after nearly 40 years of Pride Parades, I still get choked up at the site of all of us out strutting our stuff, celebrating the diversity of our sex/love lives.
- Large contingents of the Vancouver Police and Fire Department being out and proud in their uniforms and vehicles: a dramatic contrast from the SF parades in the early 70s, when the SF police would grudgingly guard the parade route, barely concealing their animosity. Now a new generation of law enforcement folks are happily marching with us in solidarity.
- The same with our national icon, the RCMP, in their traditional red surge.
- All the float affirming human rights in many forms.
- Realizing most of the people marching had not yet been born when I experienced my first Pride in SF in 1972.
I keep being amazed, delighted, and deeply grateful that the times really are a’changin’.