Last Friday morning, I was sitting at my desk at The Grind when I noticed an alert on my iPhone.
Wow!!!!
Even though I thought the odds were good that the Supreme Court would rule in favor of same sex marriage, it still seemed remarkable. The cynic in me, which coincidentally comprises 99.9% of my being, never thought that this day would happen in my lifetime. Much to my relief I still have a pulse.
This past Sunday, I attended the Gay Pride Parade on Fifth Avenue with my friend, Milton. The atmosphere, on the heels of this historic ruling, was euphoric. Posted below are some of the more than 1,100 photographs he and I shot of the celebration.
Well said … even if the placard was corporate sponsored.
Manly cake toppers.
Jubilant marcher all wrapped up in the rainbow flag.
Yes, it is!
Dancing in the street and left the baseball cap at home.
Togetherness.
Grand marshal Sir Derek Jacobi.
Grand marshal Sir Ian McKellen.
Lea Delaria making a grand entrance in a vintage gas guzzler to the delight of the crowd.
Bearadonna’s back!
Little kid marching.
Easy rider.
Easiest rider.
The perfect place and occasion to don the gay apparel.
What the hell is it pride.
Super charged dude who slipped and fell a split second after this picture was taken. He bounced right back up.
Hello Carmen Miranda!
Happy faces.
Got makeup?
Pride shades.
Love rules husbands.
Wife & wife.
New York Police band playing “Here Comes the Bride.”
Impressive tattoo.
What the hell is this?
Good advice.
US of Pride.
Time to wear the golden wings.
Euphoria.
High energy.
Pride pooch.
Everyone is welcome and bring the toucan.
Nice smiles.
Corporate sponsor Chase and an exposed breast: together at last.
One size probably does not fit all.
More what the hell is it?
Flag tossing.
Proud couple.
Hitching a ride.
Dominatrix with riding crop and cellphone pride.
Waving the flag of the Republic of China.
Pucker up.
That time of year to wear the rainbow kilt.
What the hell is this now?
Not so basic black attire.
Statement cape.
Riding in style.
Marchers waving flags.
Gay dads and their wee one.
What you see is what you get: red headdress and stilt walkers.
Japanese Kabuki fan pride.
Novel way to wear football shoulder pads.
Pride hijinks.
Dancing in the street.
Seriously hitched.
Pride and joy and iced tea.
Proud couple.
Then, when it was all over, Milton and I returned to our respective sanctum sanctorums. I began writing this post and he turned on the TV news where he saw who else, but us.
Bald guy and short woman clad in black in center of frame: Milton and me at Pride 2015.
The Empire State Building celebrating Pride.
Lame Adventures 