I love my city, and I love the non-judgmental openness San Franciscans take pride in. Pun! Before I lived here, I’d drive in from the Central Valley to see the PRIDE parade every year I could. As a newly-minted resident of the Castro, I couldn’t miss PRIDE 2012, could I?
Megan and I interned at VIA, the AAA company’s travel magazine for the Northwest. She and I were invited to march with AAA’s float (read: tow truck), dance, hand out bracelets, and be merry. In the dark days of Chic-Fil-A Appreciation, it’s nice to see some big-name companies publicly supporting the LGBT movement.
We and Madi arrived at the staging area at 11:00, but didn’t march for almost three hours—at least there were 1,000 things to see and photograph! We were lined up near the Leather Pride Contingent, the cast of my favorite Rocky Horror live show Barely Legal, 200 Facebook employees, and a cadre of “Southern belles.”
We shook our asses, smiled, and gave out tchotchkes for 12 blocks—I think we deserved the cookies & cream milkshakes we got at Super Duper after.