I can’t remember when my first Pride was. By extension, I don’t have that single moment of crystlised wonder. But I have collected many such moments every Pride I go to, in any city. I get to relive that moment of wonder with every friend who goes to Pride for the first time.
Many Pride veterans eventually opt out of some, if not all, of the main event. In Toronto, it is too big, too difficult to find parking, then friends, then the toilet, then food, then one of the 8 performance stages for your friend’s show. In Vancouver, the logistical challenges are laid out on a beach, and in London it’s Trafalgar Square (with the poor tourists).
Ever year, I think I’ll skip Pride. Every year, my prediction is false. I want to pass because I have my friends, my community, supportive workplaces and colleagues. I don’t need it. But every year, I go as a consequence of convincing someone else to see it for the first time. Over the years, they have included random queer friends, long-time straight friends, my sister, friends of friends whom I’d never met.
Every year I go, I witness wonder. Wonder that knocks open jaws at the guys with eight-packs, or tickles us into giggles at dildo booths, or commands silence as we digest the sheer scale of happy people. But there is another wonder that I go to see at Pride. It slips in unwittingly, when we reflexively reach out for our partner’s hands as we look around, before realising what we’ve done, in public. It teases us into a hug that we didn’t know we wanted with a stranger. It elevates our hand to meet another’s waiting in mid-air. It straightens our backs and lifts the edges of our lips. It draws out cheers from our mouths, even before we realize what “type” of people they were who passed by. For a moment, we raise our realities above the now into what could be.
So below, I’ll just leave the photos of moments that caught my eye and leave you to read the stories you want to find in them.
As a final thought, perhaps Pride is a practice. A practice of all the things we take from this day and what Pride means to us into our daily lives.
Thanks for reading! Please also check out my recap of Migrants’ Pride, which was organized by migrant workers and took place the day after this event.
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