By Grace Underpressure in Pride
The first time I went to Pride, my heart was in my throat with nerves, and I didn’t know anyone. This year, I knew everyone, and I wasn’t nervous at all.
Whereas The Real L Word seems intent in sparking some sort of lame East Coast / West Coast rivalry, real real lesbians would rather not re-enact a lesbian version of the Death Row / Bad Boy beef of the late 1990s. Real lesbians are all about bi-coastal love, as you will see from this years NYC Pride events for women. Are we sick of the word “real” yet? For real!
I’m not going to Pride this year and informing my friends of this decision has been like coming out all over again. I sit them down, take a deep breath and say, “There’s something that I have to tell you.” and they fidget nervously like I’m about to tell them that I finally offed my crazy gay neighbor who insists on vacuuming the mulberries out of his lawn at 5a.m.