Couldn’t Have Been More Proud

For the past 6 years, we’ve all been avoiding New York City Pride.  We tried to take the boys the first year we were here and realized that a preschooler and a baby and all of their accessories in the oppressive, summer heat of New York surrounded by deafening music and whistle blowing made for cranky children and very disappointed parents.  We’ve opted out every year with a sigh.  But then SCOTUS overturned DOMA and threw Prop 8 out, and I felt that familiar pull, the call of the wild…the wild gays.

I threw it out to the family, but only Levi wanted to join me.  Gabriella and Asher felt proud enough after North Jersey’s Pride Fest.  Levi and I would join friends walking in the parade.

Deborah:  Last chance, Gabriella.  Are you sure you don’t want to come to Pride?

Gabriella:  I know it’s going to be a big one this year, but I really think I’d rather not deal with the heat and the crowds.

Deborah:  As one surgeon said to the other, sutureself.  Asher will be happy to have the option to stay home, too.  Levi and I are going to see how we do.

Gabriella:  Good luck.

Deborah:  Should I wear this?  I don’t want to look like a suburban mom.

Gabriella:  You ARE a suburban mom.

Deborah:  Yes, thank you, but I don’t want to LOOK like a suburban mom.  Even though my FitFlops are probably the most comfortable shoe I have, I’m going to opt for these ordinary flip-flops.

Gabriella:  Uh huh.

Deborah:  I could wear my Lesbian Avengers tank top from the early 90s.  No, right?

Gabriella.  No.  Right.

Deborah: I see you’re not a fan of nostalgic gay-wear.

Gabriella:  Honey, have you ever worn that shirt?

Deborah:  That’s irrelevant.  You’re not being very helpful.  I’m going to wear this blousy, print tank and my jean shorts.

Gabriella:  You’ll fit right in.

Deborah:  I’m painting my toes peacock blue.

Gabriella:  You’ll still look like a suburban mom.

Deborah:  Thanks, Gabriella.

Gabriella: Let me know when you’re on your way home, and we’ll come get you at the train.

And off we went, Levi and I, as suburbanly outfitted as you please but with a skip in our step and a bag of essentials at the ready.  Umbrella, sunblock, snacks, portable iPhone charger, hand sanitizer, water bottle – there’s really only so carefree one can be with a 6-year-old.
It was the best Pride ever thanks to Levi.

Levi was astounded by the millions of spectators lining 5thAvenue who were there to clap, cheer and love each and every one of us.  Then he realized some of those spectators were clapping for him!  Levi waved his rainbow flag, and they cheered.  He gave everyone the thumbs-up, and they cheered louder.  He stopped along the route to give high-fives to anyone who was willing and even outsmarted some of them into trying to give him 5 “down low” only to be left hanging as Levi whipped his hand away and announced coolly, “Too slow.”  With a wink and thumbs up, he had them in the palm of his very fast hand.

After only a few minutes on our route, Levi left his fans to report back to me with a beaming smile, “They really like me!”

“They really do,” I confirmed and added under my breath, “and you should carry this love with you everywhere because not every day is Pride in New York City.”

For the entirety of those 2 miles, he entertained the crowd as self-appointed ambassador of gay families.  On the way to the train station he announced to our friends that that was the best day ever.  I couldn’t have been more proud.

Pride Ambassador
Gays & Jews and our flags
Our people dancing by the CBST float

Pride Buddies, Levi & Maya

High five!
Down low…too slow!
We were a minute away from an invitation thanks to Levi
Wow, Mom!  Look at him!  Her.  Him?

Where else does one wear jeggings such as these?
Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?

He kept at it during dinner with the lovely lady outside the restaurant.
Mom, I saw his tush!

14 thoughts on “Couldn’t Have Been More Proud

  1. ‘going to Pride’ you meant ‘being IN Pride’!
    we were there..spectating.
    I won’t be suprised to find utube footage of my adorable wife…aka ‘Granny’ dancing with the young-uns at Henrietta Hudsons all afternoon.
    What a hoot!
    What a day to be gay!
    Go Edie!!

    1. Edie was the belle of the ball for sure! You be sure to let me know when that you find that video. We can all leer at the girls while we check out your wife’s moves.

  2. Awww. Your boy is *adorable*

    I gave London Pride a miss this year, but I’m glad you went to yours! I wouldn’t fret about being suburban. I love seeing families at pride. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and such.

  3. And with a wink and a thumbs-up, he had *me* in the palm of his very fast hand, too.

    Thank you for sharing this day through his eyes, because it reminds me of that same thing in my kids. My daughter, self-confident but reserved, waving the pride flag in one hand, her hand in the other, in all seriousness, and taking in block after block of adoring crowd.

    You are so right: they should carry this love with them everywhere.

  4. I love this! You’ve inspired me to try marching next year when my kids will be 4 and 6.

    My 5-year-old son would love to join Levi in high-fiving everyone in NY. Does he know “up high, down low, in the middle, cut the pickle, tickle tickle”?

    1. Cut the pickle?!? That’s a family favorite!!

      I hope you all make it out next year. Maybe we should get a banner for our new group “High-Fivin’ Families.”

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