As some of you know, I love the annual Gay Pride parade in Boston.
And I love taking my daughter.
This is a very strange world that we live in. It's full of happiness and joy as well as fear and sorrow. I've experienced my fair share of both. I have often thought of what kind of person I would like my daughter to become. I would like her to be a fair person, a kind person, and a person who treats EVERYONE with dignity and respect regardless of their color, social class or sexual orientation. So off we go every year to the "Rainbow" parade.
I've told my daughter that rainbows are a symbol of love. So every year we get together with thousands of people and we celebrate love.
Last year I wasn't feeling too well and I mentioned to my daughter that maybe we should skip the parade. She nodded and went to the living room. I heard her weeping...not loud obnoxious crying, but softy weeping. I knew that the Rainbow parade would be a tradition. So here she is, patiently waiting for the parade to start.
Don't ask me to do squat unless I have my morning coffee, that even includes my favorite parade!
These are members of a group called Moving Violations, a lesbian motorcycle club. They always start the parade. Wow, they are LOUD!!!
I don't remember the name of this marching band, but they were very good.
I love a good gay marching band!
Here is the Senior Pride Coalition. I think they are great, whether they just came out or have been out for some time. Back in the day it was hard as hell to come out of the closet and here they are marching proudly, I think that's great.
And I love taking my daughter.
This is a very strange world that we live in. It's full of happiness and joy as well as fear and sorrow. I've experienced my fair share of both. I have often thought of what kind of person I would like my daughter to become. I would like her to be a fair person, a kind person, and a person who treats EVERYONE with dignity and respect regardless of their color, social class or sexual orientation. So off we go every year to the "Rainbow" parade.
I've told my daughter that rainbows are a symbol of love. So every year we get together with thousands of people and we celebrate love.
I love a good gay marching band!
I know there are people out there who would disapprove of my taking my daughter to the Gay Pride parade. Maybe they think bringing her around a bunch of gay people will turn her gay. Just like hanging out with tall people will make you tall. Or they think that I'm raising her to be a deviant. Or some people even think God will disapprove.
On this final note I will share a little a little story with you. As we were sitting waiting for the parade to start, there were some people handing out pamphlets and holding up signs telling everyone to repent and how we were all going to hell. My daughter asked me who those people were, plain and simple, I said they were bigots.
She asked me what their deal was and I said that they believed that if a boy loves another boy or that a girl loves another girl, it would make God angry, that he would turn his back on them and send them to "the bad place." As one of the fire and brimstone types was walking by, my little girl says as clear as a bell:
"God loves everyone, no matter what!!"