Today is Pride is Los Angeles. BoifromTroy photoblogged the event while yours truly stayed home and took it easy. I think this is the first time in a decade that I have been in town for my local Pride festival and decided to bypass the event. In the past, I have marched in a few parades and visited the festivals, learning about the various groups at their booths, hobnobbing with friends, checking out the cute guys.
This year, well, I wasn’t in the mood for crowds.
I think the purpose of Pride has changed since the first parades of the 1970s. Back then it was a chance for gay people to be more visible. They called it “Pride” to counter the sense that, having not been open about our difference, we were ashamed of our sexuality. Today, as gay people becoming increasingly visible, it’s beginning to seem that “Pride” is passé. Pride now seems to be merely the name of the gay & lesbian street festival where people gather to have a good time one spring weekend.
I’ve always wondered about term “Pride.” I mean, I’m not proud to be gay. Nor am I ashamed to be gay. I just am gay. And maybe “Pride” is just be becoming a June celebration this one aspect of ourselves just as other groups have their spring and summer festivals to celebrate their ethnic background or their hobbies, passions or other interests.