I missed the 20th anniversary on April 25th of the 1993 March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay, and Bi Rights and Liberation, but I was there. It was a transformative experience for a lot of people including me. The spectacle of seeing subway stops, streets, and The Mall swarming with people who've had to put up with the same shit I endured was exhilarating. It was my first glimpse of the power that was always latent in gay politics; and 20 years later, that exhilaration turned out to be prophetic.
I remember arriving in DC from New York with a busload of people. We parked by RFK stadium, unlike now where the Washington PD makes people park out in the suburbs and take the subway in. I traveled with a couple of friends, and ran into a lot of old friends from St. Louis on the Mall who came to the rally. I remember a busload of Japanese tourists gleefully posing for pictures with drag queens who were all too happy to oblige. The only public speakers I remember were some comedians and Jesse Jackson. I remember spending time at the AIDS Memorial Quilt.
The bus trip down there was a party, and the bus trip back was an even happier party, all of us strangers who had never met.
And here I am with my 1993 hair and a Dr. Pepper near the Washington Monument.