I went to pride, deeply ill. My friends made me stay in a Starbucks due to risk of collapse.
In the group behind me (3 young women, 1 slightly older) a flag and glitter enrobed young woman kept bitching to her companions that pride isn't political, people shouldn't make it political and it's for everyone, not just the dykes and fags, the older lady argued with her inefffectually, saying that pride is pride, and one younger one tried to speak up.
Eventually I turned and butted in, simply saying that when I was her age, I couldn't legally marry another woman, and that the reason I was in black, is because everyone in the village knew to warn each other about a possible serial killer. A serial killer who just got caught this year.
She shut the fuck up, her mother apologized.... and then it became clear that this young lady was 18, the other two were younger, and queer, and mama brought her daughter, daughter's girlfriend and an idiot other daughter to the big city for pride. I'm so glad the two youngest relaxed after that. And so glad they have a good mama