Pride memory #1
Some people post a flag. I like roses. June is pride month, so I thought I would brighten up my theme with some rainbow-colored flowers. Here in Reno the Pride celebration is later in the year in August. But being originally from Southern California, I still like June. In fact the West Hollywood Parade was last weekend. I missed it.
The first pride celebration I ever went to was in Los Angeles. Back in those days it was one of the few events that an under aged male could attend and be with “family”. They weren’t televised then either so I didn’t need to fear being outed to my “other” family. I know, West Hollywood, really? It had the same bad rap then too. The people are all so fake and over the top. I loved it. Now I sort of hate those type of people. I have mellowed. Maybe I shouldn’t have. Anyway, during pride month I try to lighten up and be more superficial if that is possible, in honor of my “brotherin” who helped pave the way for gay rights.
Young people probably have lost sight of this flamboyant behavior, except in stereotype TV characters. There is a reason we were shocking. We were trying to get attention. Anyway, now I see flamboyant youngsters who aren’t necessarily gay prancing around here in Reno, tattoos, piercings, bright hair colors, strange clothing, all have gone almost mainstream. The shock values have been diluted. In away this has help us become more acceptable to society. The things that made us different are now making us boring.
Just a thought. Prehaps it really all has been done before and 30 years ago we really weren’t that different either. But we were. We were Absolutely Fabulous!