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Any summer week-end will be hard put to match last Saturday’s festivities on Capitol Hill. The pride celebration moved back to the neighborhood. We lounged around after a hard day’s yard work and listened to the best music ever from anywhere, bar none, floating in for free through the open window. The streets carried the sounds of truly happy celebration until just before dawn.
When the annual parade was new, we would stand on the sidelines cheering. A few years’ waving the PFLAG banner convinced us that the community had the ball rolling on its own, and we have sat out since then.
For whatever reasons, this year sounds like success. I look forward to the day when no one is interested in legitimately private behavior and issues of personhood supersede those of gender.
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