Okay so here I am in Las Vegas, staying chez Kraig and Chris, and it's Saturday morning, the morning after our "wild night" in old downtown LV, where they had a gay pride parade at 8:00 PM. Makes sense with the daytime highs being 100+ degrees. We found a nice spot in front of Starbucks where we had chairs with backs and a very nice view.
Those in attendance in our little entourage: 4 gay men, 2 straight women. There would have been 1 straight man but he had to e with his 9-year-old daughter whom he dared not bring to the parade, lest she see a naked butt or something "too gay".
I said "wild night" - and it WAS. I had TWO drinks, and we didn't get home until WELL after 10:30!! (Yeah, I mean 10:30 "PM")
So. What am I proud of? My kids, for one thing. I might be responsible for some things in their lives. But over all, it's more feeling lucky, or blessed, than pride.
I cringe at the thought of them or their partners or their children being harmed or seriously sick. So far, all seems to be okay in regard to that. I do thank MCG daily for them, and ask for their safety and well being and happiness, along with the opportunity to know and live their life purposes, even if (shuddering here) that means being harmed and/or seriously sick.
But would I want MY 9-year-old child with me at a gay pride parade?
I'd be proud.
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