|Bremerton Ferry, fairies, and allies.|
Last week, Lady Liberty was carrying a Flaming torch.
Of course, there are a lot more pages with great photos from Seattle's 2015 Pride Parade, but here are mine, from my IPod. My selfies were the best ones, so you're stuck with me. I haven't included moments with friends, just a general report.
I threw myself out of bed at 2:00 am on parade Sunday, and raced four hours and a 1/2-hour walk, all the way to the Bremerton ferry. Which filled up with people in their sparkly best. It was like the WTO and anti-war marches, when Bremerton sent its population over to join in. But this time, there was much more joy, and better costumes.
|Dykes on Bikes|
The Dykes on Bikes led the way of course - the Women Came First.
Remember when there were about eight of them in the parade, and about two businesses - and both of them bars? And the whole parade took about 20 minutes by Volunteer park?
|More bikes on 4th.|
This time, the businesses and city organizations that showed up made it look like a really fun economics summit. Police, firefighters, sheriff's department, T-Mobile, Starbucks, you name it. Everybody was there. Even the handful of Fundy Haters were wearing glitter and holding up fancy signs; they couldn't help themselves.
I cheered and waved for an hour and a half. Then I had to take a break, wandering down to third to grab a bowl of pho at my favorite little Vietnamese-food shop. After a lot of chicken soup, hot peppers and purple basil, I stepped out onto the street to hear that the parade was still going in.
|Taking photo of a photographer.|
Hoping to catch up with some of the entries I'd missed, I followed the parade to Denny - quite the feat, ducking around happy celebrants, their dogs, and the food booths and beer gardens. At the end of the parade route, I found an open curb and sat down and enjoyed the rest of the parade, for at least another two hours. WOW.
|Intent young man behind me.|
Favorite moments: the very cute Seattle policewoman in her blues and bill cap, looking quite sexy and so happy she could burst, interacting with a crowd that just wanted to hug her.
Sheriff's department deputy overjoyed to walk down the street in her uniform with her loved one's hand in hers.
As for level of shouting, music and general hoo-hah, I couldn't hear a note from the smartly turned-out Seattle Pipe Band. I never thought I'd actually witness that.
Most surpised: saying "Happy Pride" to three cops and finding out I was the first one to say it to them.
|Our friends the Sex Workers.|
Funniest moment: when the cops, directing vehicles from the end of the parade separate holding area from pedestrians, directed the pony players to prance their cart after the trucks and school bus and fire engines ("It has wheels. It's a vehicle").
Most enlightening moment: talking to the sex workers.
Best refreshment: the Episcopal Church's bread and wine at the end of the parade (very nice grape juice and a wonderful chewy, crusty sweet bread).
I'm sick and exhausted and I have a blister between my toes, but I don't care, I was there. Happy Pride!