

This year, there wasn’t a single uncrowded inch anywhere from 40th Street to Christopher Street. The mood went beyond celebratory and reached the heights of exaltation. Many spectators and participants cheered wildly – others stood with tears of happiness running down their faces as they reflected on the long struggle that brought the LGBT community from the Stonewall riot of 1969, through a half century of constant, up-hill struggles, to the day when full civil marriage equality could at last be celebrated on the very ground where it all began.


With its usual mix of everything from gorgeous go-go boys to drag queens to religious and social service organizations, politicians, gay and gay-friendly businesses and marching bands, the parade was a celebration of real diversity, creativity, the glory of human sexuality and the freedom to be as different as you want to be.
Ending with the traditional street fair, pier dance and a wild night at the clubs, this was truly a memorable day said everyone you might encounter. It was a day presided over by the spirits of thousands of LGBT brothers and sisters who were part of the long fight but, because of AIDS and hate crimes, did not live to see this day. They were remembered when the parade paused and the vast crowd was hushed for a moment of silence. This has been a yearly tradition.
One poet wrote: “You too can hear their voices raised and freedom’s holy cause be praised if on this night you’ll listen. On Christopher Street, the tears they shed, where long ago they fought and bled, still, in the starlight, glisten.”