Today was Paris Pride, the culminating experience of my Gay Culture & Identity Studies course in Paris.
I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. From what I'd gleaned from pictures and clips of international pride events on Logo's news shows, I expected something large and loud. And I wasn't disappointed.
I cannot describe to you all of the sights and sounds of Paris' Marche des fiertés - they were just too much and too many to ever recount. But it was an amazing experience just to stand there beside the train of floats as people passed out pamphlets, fliers, condoms and candy and watch all the people going by.
And in less than 2 hours it was all over and the tractor announcing the end of the parade was passing us. Some people just began to follow the float path as it wound toward Place de la Bastille but I decided it was time to go home and take a shower to clean off all the glitter and sweat that had accumulated.
I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. From what I'd gleaned from pictures and clips of international pride events on Logo's news shows, I expected something large and loud. And I wasn't disappointed.
I cannot describe to you all of the sights and sounds of Paris' Marche des fiertés - they were just too much and too many to ever recount. But it was an amazing experience just to stand there beside the train of floats as people passed out pamphlets, fliers, condoms and candy and watch all the people going by.
And in less than 2 hours it was all over and the tractor announcing the end of the parade was passing us. Some people just began to follow the float path as it wound toward Place de la Bastille but I decided it was time to go home and take a shower to clean off all the glitter and sweat that had accumulated.
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