Stacy Horn

Here are a few more shots I took at yesterday’s Gay Pride Parade. This guy was giving out free Trojan condoms, so he is dressed as … a Trojan warrior.

Dancing/twerking in the streets. I have never twerked. I’m going to get up and look in the mirror to see if I can even do it. But later. Right now I have a cat on me.

Anyone who wanted to could take a turn at performing. The crowd was very enthusiastic and generous. Whatever you did they screamed and applauded.

IN FACT, I just remembered. Three times I dropped what I was carrying and every time it happened, someone picked up what I had dropped and ran after me and gave it to me. I can’t tell you how touched I was by this. It’s a simple gesture, but in a time when common courtesy seems to have gone out the window, it was very much appreciated.

Cute girls being cute.

Bubbles! I’m so glad bubbles have become a thing.

A pink porta-potty, for Christ’s sake. I can’t believe they even come in pink.

This was a float of two guys posing as grooms on the top of a wedding cake.

Cute boys being cute. And a little glam-rocker-ish.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more pictures, but I completely lucked out in the place I found to watch the Gay Pride Parade this year. I parked myself in the first open spot I found, which was off the main route, but happened to be right in front of McKellen’s ride. So when he was done he came back to where I was standing! SCORE.

I took these yesterday at The Stonewall Inn. People were taking turns holding up this sign and having their picture taken. It was very sweet.

It was a large crowd, (and tons of media trucks) that I’m sure got larger as the day went on. And then I came home to hear Obama sing Amazing Grace. No one and no president is perfect but come on. He’s pretty astounding.

I just heard about the Supreme Court decision ruling that same sex marriage is a right. I was working on a post about this bad cough I’ve developed (I know it sounds insane but I sprayed Febreze in my apartment a week ago and I’ve been coughing ever since. I’m seeing the doctor today, but I’m going out of my mind. It’s driving me crazy. Cough, cough, cough, endless cough, cough, cough).

But now I must pause and savor at least one shred of proof that some things in the world are getting better. Thank you, Supreme Court. Thank you, universe. Now please turn your attention to the religious extremism/mental illness taking hold around the world.

UPDATE: Just read the closing of Kennedy’s opinion. Stunningly beautiful and moving and compassionate. It’s going to go down in history. Well played, Justice Kennedy, well played:

No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice, and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were. As some of the petitioners in these cases demonstrate, marriage embodies a love that may endure even past death. It would misunderstand these men and women to say they disrespect the idea of marriage. Their plea is that they do respect it, respect it so deeply that they seek to find its fulfillment for themselves. Their hope is not to be condemned to live in loneliness, excluded from one of civilization’s oldest institutions. They ask for equal dignity in the eyes of the law. The Constitution grants them that right. The judgment of the Court of Appeals for the Sixth Circuit is reversed.

It is so ordered.

Oh wow. It’s Gay Pride weekend. It’s going to be insane!! I wasn’t going to march in the parade, and I probably still won’t (too tired) but I will be out taking pictures of what will probably be an incredible celebration!!

The Chrysler Building, my favorite skyscraper. I think it might be everyone’s favorite skyscraper.

Tonight is the Night at the Museums event. And this is all over the news: “A chance of showers and thunderstorms … mainly this afternoon. Some thunderstorms may produce damaging winds … heavy rainfall and frequent lightning this afternoon.”

You should hear them go on about the lightning, which, by the way, I pronounced and misspelled as lightening for many many years, like we were all getting our hair done whenever it stormed. Danger, danger, danger, they’re all crying. (Images of John Oliver dancing in his chair just went through my mind.) I went to this last year and had a lot of fun. You’ve got four hours to run from museum to museum, and it’s quite a challenge, even with out freaking Armageddon going on around you. I planned to make it to all the museums I missed last year. Now, I don’t know. We shall see.

A stroller full of Yorkies on Christopher Street, on Make Music New York day.