Now I’ m taking in the news of today’s massacre in Orlando, the news of the attempted violence at the Pride celebration in L.A., the news of armed guards stationed outside the Stonewall Inn in NYC. I remember looking up at Boston rooftops and wondering if a gunman could be up there, ready to shoot at gay people. People stayed in the closet, at work and from their families, out of fear. I was telling the truth about participating in that Gay Pride march my knees were shaking. I recently posted it on Facebook with the caption “I’m remembering my first gay pride, when my flamboyant 80’s shorts conveniently distracted from the fact that my knees were shaking…Cheering on the next generation who proudly claim who they are (and have a great time doing so!)…meet you on the corner of Beacon and Joy.” In it, I march with my girlfriend (now wife) and a bunch of young lesbians. I stare at the photo of a long-ago Gay Pride march.
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