We are coming up to another season of pride fetivals and parades. They are always fun, somewhat drunken affairs (that part can get tedious if you don't drink.) But they reflect a sense of community and comradery as members of the LGBTQ community and this is always a good thing.
My first pride parade was in San Francisco in 78. I was twenty four and pretty new to organized gay life. I don't think I will ever forget the first time I saw a multiple block contingent of Dykes... (continue reading)
