Travel as an LGBT person is hard and it's even harder to find a place where you're not only welcomed, but you can have a damn good time with your community. New York Pride was a great reminder that, though it can sometimes be too slick and too expensive to be as punk as you'd like it to be, there are few cities in the world where it's better to be a faggot. Pride can be tough - what is it to be proud of oneself? What is it to be proud of where we are as a community? – but it is also a great reminder of the love, lust and sheer joie de vivre that keeps us going.
New York was the first place I ever went to pride and at the time I didn’t appreciate it I was too obsessed with the idea that other queer people didn’t want me to belong and in too transient a point in my life to put in the work on being a better member of my community.
