In every city, in every country (apart from the Vatican) once a year, every year, the town is painted pink and the boys come out to play for pride.
Pride Manchester was my first last year. I went with a couple of gay girlfriends and my boyfriend of the time. Nothing I saw there made me proud. I saw people that painted their faces trying oh so hard to find that identity, yet not understanding what they were looking for in the first place. I saw queers pelting rocks and abuse at protesting christian groups, without thinking that maybe that makes them as bad as the people they threw their stones at. I saw acclaimed bands and renowned artistes milking the pink pound while I knew that next week they were due to duet with some crazy homophobic rapper. I saw drunk people being sick in the streets, and sick people being drunk. I saw rainbow flags being sold to keep someone in good pocket, and with no charitable cause connection. I saw a mess.
Who here is proud of being pride?
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