I got up fairly early (which means I had no porper weekend to recover from the jetlag since getting back from my vacation), took care of the doggies and headed to town to meet Jane. I was a bit late because of many London Underground closed routes and stations. We found the signing up point fairly easily as we just followed anything that looked gay.
Eventually, after helping carry a box of condoms to a van, we finally started walking toward our spot in Trafalgar Square. The parade already started, but it was quite slow and we had plenty of time to get there. On the way we passed Christian Voice (or as I prefer to call them, Christian Void). We weren't fortunate enough to be working near then and get to see them screaming their heads off at the parade.
There were some clever costumes and floats and lots of average ones. Some clever and some just provocative.
My initial problem with gay parades was the celebration of cliches. That those people marching are giving gay people a bad name and enforcing cliches of gays being sexually obsessed freakshows. While those examples were on this parade, there were also many others: we had policemen and sailors, gay parents, family and friends, Muslim gays, Jewish gays, gay parents and so on. The parade was an interesting portrayal of the diversity within the gay community.
And yes, there were drag queens, S&M fetish lovers, half naked guys and outrageous costumes. So what? What's wrong with any of that? Since when did we become a fashion and moral police, telling consenting adults what to wear and how to have their sex?
It's all about freedom, isn't it?
And now: tons more pictures! Enjoy.
This gal stopped every second to take pictures and without a doubt one of the main reasons for the gaps!