Gay Pride! What really is Gay Pride about?

h. nazan ışık—

29 June 2015—

Yesterday, it was the Gay Pride Parade day.There were so many floats, so many celebrants, and some lavish, some very minimal so many different costumes to photograph. https://www.nkendiken.com/2015/06/28/new-york-gay-pride-revellers-celebrated-marriage-equality/

I was asking myself what “ Gay Pride” was really about?

It was a long day. I was on my way to meet a friend, and was late already, when I caught sight of a figure in a beautiful rainbow dress in my peripheral vision. I stopped.

Gay Pride/Arthur Golabek

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A person looked like a supermodel, tall, slender and graceful. I went to take some pictures.

Gay Pride/Arthur

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Gay Pride/Arthur Glabek

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I wasn’t alone. There were some other people with cameras, too.

“I am getting tired, I want to go home” I heard a very nice, deep voice say.

Gay Pride/ Arthur Golabek

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Yes. He looked tired. Even one of his rainbow eyelashes was getting loose. It was a long day.

.Gay Pride/Arthur

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And right there, he started unfastening some parts of the dress. First the top part came off, and then the skirt fell down.

Gay Pride/ Arthur

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He just took a big step, he knew his dress very well I say it took him about three minutes, to get out of it.

 

Gay Pride/Arthur

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He took a shirt out of his bag, which was hidden under that big skirt. And, while he was putting it on, a girl helped him take his pearl and crystal collar necklace off.

 

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He knew that I was taking pictures of him, he looked at me and gave me a big smile.

Now, he was in a very ordinary shorts and a very ordinary man’s shirt. He kept the makeup and the wig on. Picked up all his belongings and started walking.

Gay Pride / Arthur Golabek

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He turned and smiled again, and carried on walking. Did he have far to walk, did he have to take a bus or subway?

I should have, could have, would have talked to him, gotten his name. But I had a place to be, and I was already too too too late.

So, I named him Mr. N. (as in Name)  I hope one day I will run into, and talk with him.

On my way, again ‘what “Gay Pride” was really about’ question came to my mind. I thought of Mr.N., his confidence, his self-esteem, his being himself, his feeling comfortable in his own skin. I guess it might be it.

But then, isn’t that how everyone should feel and be?

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