The ridiculous monsoon rain struck again while I was watching the pride parade yesterday*, forcing me to take shelter in some of the nearby shops. I may have got lost in Dover Street Market for two hours. Some of the sales are down to 75% off now... So I celebrated pride in my own little way, by buying myself a little happy.
(For those of you wondering, I also celebrated it in the more traditional sense later in the evening.)
T-shirt by Christopher Kane.
* I'm not particularly fond of the word 'pride'. I don't feel proud of being a man, or Scottish, or wearing skirts, or my degree, or finally finishing my Duke of Edinburgh's Award, so why should I feel pride in my gayness? I realise there are still so many rights left to fight for around the world and so this statement of our presence and humanity is important, but I'm not sure what that has to do with men wearing ass-less jeans in the street or women crawling on the floor in PVC cat costumes. I'm not still coming to terms with my own gayness (that's been blatantly obvious since around the age of four), but what it means, if anything, to live my life as 'a gay man'. I guess I don't really feel part of the community yet, which is why again I watched the parade rather than marched in it.