I love Pride, too, because it began as a riot. That’s important to me; every step, every shimmy, every wave, is a gesture of triumph but also defiance. The first time I went to Pride, I wasn’t legally allowed to get married. I could be fired from my job because of my sexual orientation. My future husband couldn’t be ordained in the church. And yet we were living in markedly better times than we’d lived in before. There was so much to dance about.
