Pride Can’t Go Back to What It Was Before
New York’s Queer Liberation March extended its celebration of Stonewall to Black Lives Matter, ditching corporate sponsorships while retaining a sense of joy.
It might have been the sight of a muscled roller skater in a lacy tutu, or of a thong-clad twerker commanding an on-the-move cheering circle, or of a giant papier-mâché puppet of Janelle Monáe that sparked the epiphany. It could have been the sign that said ‘Productive’ Sex Sucks!, or the chant about bottoms and tops both hating cops, or the beautiful graffiti-style poster of , a black trans man who was recently shot and killed by a police officer in Tallahassee, Florida. Maybe it was seeing neoprene fetish headgear doing the same antiviral protective work as surgical masks and bandanas.
