I had a great time yesterday. I met Allen there. I saw The Reverend Boy in the distance. I saw +Gene Robinson who was a last minute addition to the parade. I saw Wilfried there. I marched with Ueber G.
Fifth Avenue from 56th to the Village and down Christopher to the river turned into one huge party, as it does every year. I look forward to it like I once looked forward to Christmas. For the young, it was one big Roman holiday of sexuality, fun, and friendship (as it was for me when I was younger). For us older queens, it was heartfelt Thanksgiving, both secular and sacred.
It's a great party, and we love guests and visitors.
Historian David Carter has a great reflection on the meaning of it all on the BBC.