I attended Gay Pride on Saturday. It was fun; lots of drag queens and cute boys dressed as sailors - but not much else.
I wonder what we've got to march about these days.
I'm sure there's something.
It was strange listening to comments from non-friends of Dorothy along the way...
"I think they're a bunch of homos."
"Which church do you represent?"
"Fancy, in front of the children."
The best part of the day was the drag cabaret in the band stand in the gardens. The worst part was being there alone.
I got there by bus. The driver was Polish. Not sure why now, but I became quite thoughtful on the bus. I think, actually, I was thinking about Hilter. Gays. Poles.
Horribly, 1930s Germany is as real and pertinent to today as it ever was.