Ah, yes, Pride month. That time of the year when we get together to celebrate everything that Comcast and Wells Fargo have accomplished for the gay community.
To be fair, it is undeniably delightful that major corporations are so nice to gays. (And it’s pretty lousy how companies like Exxon continue to be stuck in their anti-gay animus like a mammoth in a tarpit.)
But we can’t deny that there’s also something delightful about the old-timey scrappy activists of decades past. There was a time when Pride was chaotic and rebellious, rather than permitted six ways to Sunday. And although we certainly don’t long for the days when bathrooms were your best bet for finding a hookup, we do miss the fervor and the politics.
These days, it seems like Pride’s more of a party than a picket. And while partying is nice, there’s still a whole lot of protest.
Come with us on a trip down gay memory lane (aka the Rainbow Brick Road) as we gaze at old-timey Prides and ruminate on these modern times.
Let’s start with this shot from Stonewall Uprising, which if you haven’t seen, what is wrong with you?
Here we have a young protestor under attack from a brigade of mustaches.