All last week, Pride was celebrated in Toronto. Everything that went on led up to Sunday afternoon's Pride parade. A couple of years ago, I took in part of the street festival after attending a charity screening of Serenity. (You can read the corresponding blog post, here: What is Pride?.) It was my first real taste of Pride, and it was beautiful. This year, I took in the parade. But, not only did I take in the parade, I marched IN the parade.
On Saturday, I asked a friend of mine if she was going to the parade and if she wanted any company. She responded with, "I'm marching in the parade with the Youth Contingent, but you're welcome to join us!" I asked if she actually meant for me to join her in the parade. She told me yes, and I'd be accepted. And I was.
I am a heterosexual female.
I am also an ally of the LGBTQ community. Several of my friends are
in that community, including the friend who invited me to march with
her in the parade. Though the parade, and Pride, is about that
community, it felt amazing to be a supporter and to be included. When
the parade first started, I was a little uncertain, but the more it
went on and the more I felt the positivity and love around me, the
more amazing I felt. It was wonderful to be a part of something so
beautiful, to be in a place where you can be proud to be who you are
– gay, lesbian, bi, trans, straight, whatever.
The love the
crowd gave us was also uplifting. People lined the roofs and those
who lived along the parade route sat in their windows. One gay couple
had a pair of rainbow flags in their apartment windows as they danced
on the second story ledge. Another couple tossed roses from a roof to
those in the parade. I was lucky enough to catch one.
|Marching in the parade.|