The Thrill of Pride
Torrential downpours can't stop the amazing dykes of New York City and beyond, my friends!
Early Saturday morning, we packed our weekenders and set out for The Standard High Line NYC, and after dropping our car and bags off at the hotel, we zoomed across town in a cab toward Bryant Park. M & I marched the entire route to Washington Square with the Autostraddle contingent despite nonstop rain, and it was totally unforgettable and wonderful and I loved every un-permitted minute of it.
I walked (or danced!) the whole thing — almost 3 hours and close to 2 miles — in this little vintage number from The Garment District and a pair of sky-high heels. (Are the shoes dead? Almost definitely. Was it worth it? 100% YES.)
Friday night, our front porch:
"What if we just dropped everything and went to NYC to celebrate Pride? When else in our lifetime will it be this perfect?"
"YES. Let's do it!"
Pride month is winding down, and I hope those who celebrated had a safe and happy Pride. Between the historical ruling from SCOTUS on marriage equality and President Obama's push for a National (LGBT) Equality Day set for June 26, 2016, and a bit of progress for the trans community (required transition-related health coverage for all federal employees, and new immigration guidelines on gender identity-based housing assignments that grazes the surface of myriad serious issues), there was plenty to celebrate this past weekend.
The ruling was thrilling, important, and tremendously emotional news, but with an important caveat: for so many, marriage equality — while hard-won after a lengthy, arduous battle — does nothing to lessen other forms of discrimination within our amazing community. There's still critical, life-changing LGBTQ work to be done, beautifully summarized by newlywed femme Nicolette Mason.
It goes without saying that for so many of our QTPOC brothers and sisters, grief and uncertainty were too heavy for some hearts this Pride, and I know some who struggled with the juxtaposition of joy, relief and mourning. The world is not OK, but we're trying.
Instead of hitting all-night parties after the dyke march, we hung out in our room for hours with friends, reliving the day's highlights, talking about Speakeasy stuff and trying to dry off (we took turns using bathrobes and piles of fluffy towels and blow dryers and steam irons, with not too much success). Deciding to hunker down out of the rain, sharing stories and laughing over Bleecker St. pizza and sparkling rose was pretty much perfect.
Our hotel ended up being ideal for getting to the Pride Parade easily on Sunday morning, hooray! All we had to do was take a pleasant, tree-lined walk through the cobblestone streets of the Meatpacking District after brunch, and we were right in the heart of things in Greenwich Village!
We snagged a spot not too far back from the parade and watched for about two hours ("just 10 more floats, please!"), but after M was stung (or maybe just pricked) on the cheek by a bee, we called it and popped into Móle for some people-watching, margaritas, chips and a 5-salsa sampler on our way back through the booths and street parties. (I had no idea whatsoever the parade and floats continued until 8pm even though kickoff is noon. That is intense.)
The installation above is called Block by Rashid Johnson. "Playing with forms taken from the Minimalist tradition, Johnson turns them into a reflection on blackness by breaking the rational structure open and embedding loaded objects within it." It's also a living greenhouse sculpture and the busts are meant to look made from shea butter. I love that it'll change with the seasons during its life on the High Line!
That day it also happened to be full of rainbow and glitter-clad queers of all sorts, most of them traveling in excited, smiling hordes, making the old repurposed rail line that much cheerier. The tracks opened to rail lines in 1934, thirty feet above ground. The park itself is about 1.5 miles long. Needless to say, the views are killer in any direction!
by Mexican artist
Mariana Castillo Deball
As difficult as they were to photograph (so very tall!), we really loved this amazing ceramic sculpture inspired by Atzompa potters in Oaxaca, pictured at left. "Each column tells a story inspired by fictional tales composed around everyday objects and archaeological artifacts."
Mornick Shirt Dress in Coral Stripe — Jack Wills
Lillian Mirror Metallic Low Wedges, Earrings, Ring — J. Crew
'Irving Place Little Nadine' Bag — Kate Spade (similar)
Rope Twist & Horse Hoof Bangle — Low Luv by Erin Wasson
Bridesmaid Idiom Bangle — Kate Spade
Charm Bracelet — Madewell
Sunglasses — D&G
The light under the High Line is pretty special in some spots. After we moseyed through the Mr. Brainwash pop-up (like I could resist those horses — pics from the pop-up soon!) and had one last fantastic meal at The Standard, we set off for Boston. It took us over two hours just to get out of the city on Sunday night! We didn't get home until midnight, beyond exhausted. Ouch!
Wouldn't change it for anything, though.