The gay community has much to celebrate this year: the death of DOMA in the Supreme Court means that discrimination against gay citizens may no longer be codified in federal law. This single decision has many positive ripple effects, from immigration rights to inheritance benefits. A delicious side benefit, of course, is that it drives religious conservatives positively apoplectic. We approve of this very, very much.
Another effect seems to be the unusually raucous and jubilant crowd outside the Palace walls today at the annual pride parade. (The Palace is located near the very end of the parade route, where marchers disband and floats are dismantled and every bar stool in the vicinity becomes inaccessible to Palace denizens until some time tomorrow afternoon.) Before we could see or even hear the impending arrival of the Dykes on Bikes — the traditional lead off contingent — the enormous crowd was happily shouting, whistling, chanting and applauding. There hasn’t been a lull since, and it’s now going past three hours — and raining. Occasionally, the din is overwhelmed by house music blasting from a passing float, or by someone speaking over a very loud PA system. But overall, there is just the electrifying sound of joy ringing through the West Village, ringing in a new era of legal recognition for our gay brothers and sisters. Their hard work and that of their allies to bring this about should make us all proud as Americans.
The goal of equality is far from accomplished, but this country has just taken a big step in the right direction. I have to say, it brings a tear to my jaded eye.
HAPPY, HAPPY PRIDE.
Also: fuck you, conservatives. Every time you lose, this country gets a little bit better.