This post has been a while coming… it’s take some time to marinate, for me to figure out how I wanted to write this. Most of my posts here are funny… because my life is kind of funny and I need to remind myself sometimes that I’m really not a big deal and most people don’t really care about my VERY SERIOUS THOUGHTS. Because people are grown-ups and have their own thoughts….
But I think I’m going the serious route with this one. I think I have to.
I moved to the city about 5 years ago and every year since, I’ve been either working or out of town for the Pride Parade. This year, I finally got to go… and not only did I get to go, but I got to walk in it with my Alderman and other volunteers. WHich is awesome because 1) my alderman is the kind of politician that I wish I could be, if I could be a politician (which I am pretty sure I couldn’t) and 2) because I hate hate HATE huge crowds. They make me really anxious and I last about 20 minutes before I start wanting to whine and go home. Actually being in the parade eliminates a lot of those crowd issues.
So we walked, however many miles it is, past hundreds of thousands of people. People in various stages of dress. Smiling people. Screaming people. Kissing people. Hugging people. Laughing people. I threw beads (because that’s what the people want, apparently), making sure to hand one strand to every kid I saw along the way (kids are cute and yay parents for bringing your kids!), gave out a few hugs, and in general marveled at the mass of humanity on Chicago’s streets and sidewalks.
There were haters. Of course there were haters. Toward the end of the route, they were set up with huge signs and I thought it odd that they weren’t saying anything. You know how much the haters love to tell you you’re a sinner. And when I ran up to get a hug from a girl holding a “Free Hugs” sign, I was close enough to actually hear the haters… what they were saying isn’t important. It never is, because they’re wrong. What was important was the crowd of people surrounding them, holding signs with words of love instead of hate written on them were cheering so loudly that they drowned the haters’ megaphone out. Take that, assholes. Love wins today.