Against A Dark Sky, The Rainbow Shines Brightly…
Every year, around the end of June, my heart swells with pride. For one day, the city becomes home to the fabulous, the lusty, the loving and the upright justice seeking men, women and “other” that make up the gay-lesbian-bisexual-transgender community of New York. The Gay Pride March is just that - a march where heads are held high, a tear of joy lingers at the corner of some eyes, embraces of solidarity and kisses of delight are thrown to and from the marchers. The crowd pulses with each float that discos by, where it truly is raining men and we are all forever young for one day.
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