Wonderful post about the San Diego Gay Pride Fest this weekend: from Sector 7-G

We did get lots of free crap this year. Beads, lube samples, condoms, cans of some crappy new low carb soda, more beads, flowers. Dale Earnhardt Jr.’s car was in the parade this year. He wasn’t driving it. This black woman drove it. How cool that a black woman can drive a white man’s stock car in a gay pride parade all in the name of product placement. That delicious multilayered subtle piece of irony was my true meaning of Pride miracle for this year.

The second of my two favorite things about my very first Pride parade all those years ago was this family that sat next to me. A large black matriarch surrounded by her playing grandchildren, her children, including some sons and sons in law that were very uncomfortable but weren’t about to resist her insistance that they attend. When the West Hollywood Cheerleading squad came by, she leapt from her lawn chair and slapped me on the shoulder. “There he is! There’s my baby!” A beautiful, muscular black man in a cheerleading uniform and a big blond wig ran over to hug her. I was stunned. Dude, I thought, You got the coolest family ever.