José and I were supposed to have a big gay brunch with 10 people, but when we arrived to the eatery on Greenwich at 1PM, Grand Marshal of the Gay Pride Parade, Edie Windsor, was being driven past. Not wanting to miss the whole thing, we canceled and instead watched over an hour of the parade from a fantastic vantage point on Christopher.
Mayoral candidate Christine Quinn embraces supporters at a pre-Pride availability.
I know some people think they're too cool for Gay Pride. I wish they didn't. Gay Pride is a unique time of the year when one sees a true diversity of people coming together to celebrate what connects us. It is a mixture of frivolity and deadly seriousness, of politics and pecs, of drag and advocacy.
We ran into Mayor Mike Bloomberg—Quinn's Svengali—on W. 34th, ducking into...Bebe???
I personally have fun with it each year after having skipped something like 10 years in a row a few years back.
Lesbian mommy cop with her li'l one. Adorable!
A gay-lesbian chest bump.
He almost got squashed by a truck, which was not cute. But this was cute!
Nothing Freudian about this at all.
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