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Today we woke up early, finished up all of our chores, made SIGNS OUT OF RAINBOWS, and then we were READY. For today was the ending of the week-long celebration in Rochester, NY: Pride 2012, ending in the culmination of the Pride parade and festival. And we were marching in the parade!

You have a fair understanding of how much we love and are obsessed with our church, Pullman Memorial Universalist. As married lesbians in an extremely rural community, being able to have a place that we can go, once a week, and be completely ourselves without any fear of repercussion or violence--and not only no FEAR, but the joy of knowing that you're loved by a family that embraces you in every aspect, cares about you so deeply, and is so intensely supportive of you? Yeah, it's one of the most amazing, cherished things in our world. So, when we found out that our church was marching with the contingency of Unitarian Universalist churches from Rochester and the surrounding areas, we were so excited to take part. <3 EXCITED MIGHT BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT, ACTUALLY.

Jenn and I wanted to dress as Pride Fairies, so I got my tutu out, our wedding wings, AND AS MANY RAINBOWS AS ONE PERSON CAN FEASIBLY WEAR. AND THEN ONE MORE, JUST TO MAKE IT GAYER. And GLITTER! THERE WAS A LOT OF GLITTER.

LOOK AT US. WE ARE SO HOT. BELIEVE IT OR NOT, WE WOULD BECOME HOTTER. PROBABLY WE WOULD NOT BECOME GAYER. WE ARE ALREADY PRETTY GAY.




THE FAIRIES ARE COMING FOR YOU, PRIDE PARADE.


We arrived, and it was already eleven-hundred degrees. As we stood at the car, pulling on tutus and various other fairy-like contraptions, we were a little like: huh! They said the parade would be lining up at X and X street! Funny that we saw NO ONE AND NOTHING, possibly a tumbleweed. But certainly not gay and fabulous non-gay people in a line. So we got together pretty quickly and set off on a very long quest for a parade.

AND THEN WE FOUND IT! And there was parade chaos, as parades tend to have, but we got it all sorted, and everyone found everyone else, and we WERE PREPARED TO MARCH!

This is my awesome and incredible and beautiful wife who looked at me with shining eyes, and the most adorable voice possible said: "I might not want to wear the wings today." THAT IS HOW I REMEMBER IT. IT MIGHT HAVE ALSO HAD TO DO WITH THE HEAT. BUT SHE HAS WINGS IN HER SOUL SO DOES NOT NEED TO WEAR THEM.


I ASK YOU: WHAT IS GAYER THAN RAINBOW DASH? ANSWER: NOTHING. (The t-shirt was a birthday present from Jenn. <333333333333333)


Unitarians. We wear Crocs.


Lee and Louise showed up just then. Lee is our pastor, and the awesome and incredible man who married us. We love him fiercely. <3 Louise is Lee's wife, and happens to be the Saint of Awesome, who we adore more than we can possibly articulate. <3

Our Pastor Lee's sign. <3


At this point, a man from one of the local news stations stopped by our little conglomeration, and asked if anyone wanted to be interviewed--Lee said "THESE LADIES WOULD LOVE TO BE!" and pointed at us. *laughing* XD We told the interviewer that we were married at the church, and how much we loved being part of it, and then he asked us a few questions on what having a place that supports and encourages and loves us feels like as gay, married women, and what it meant to march in the parade with them. <3333 I don't know if they're going to use it for their feature on Pride, but if they do, I'll try to post it. <3

Waiting for the parade to start!


Lined up and ready to DO THIS THING!


WE BE MARCHIN'. SLOWLY. WE'RE GETTING AROUND TO MARCHING EVENTUALLY, OKAY.


Marching in the Pride parade is like nothing I've ever experienced. Obviously, above, you can read our signs: that we were married at Pullman, somewhat recently, and that we love it. Well, when people read our "we were married sign," they would SCREAM IN EXCITEMENT and yell "Congratulations!" and "that's so wonderful!" and "I'm so happy for you guys!" I'm serious: HUNDREDS of times. It was so overwhelmingly wonderful, that it's very hard to articulate. We can't even hold hands in public without getting derision and having it be fucking difficult, so for us to have our arms linked and march down a road where hundreds and hundreds of people were yelling with excitement for the fact that you got MARRIED when SO MANY PEOPLE would be angry or hate you for that, and have? Yeah. Fucking wonderful. Unexplainably wonderful. I got teary eyed quite a bit. There was this one girl who said: "Someday, me too!" and gave us both a HUGE thumbs up, and there were so many moments of empowering, wonderful kindness and an outpouring of love that can't be equaled. It was magnificent, and it was wonderful, and I'm going to keep it in my heart forever. <3

We'd also met a little UU girl, K, who was marching with one of the larger UU churches in the area. We loved her, and she loved us (and was obsessed with our hair, and my tutu and wings), and was just so funny and sweet, and she wanted to march with us, waving her "marriage equality" sign behind us, because she was so happy we were married. <3 She had two moms, and articulated it so beautifully and she was so funny, and meeting her and our conversations were one of the highlights of the day. <3 She was SUCH A TROOPER. She marched with us the ENTIRE WAY, yelling "Happy Pride!" to so many people, and yelling with excitement. <3

So, when you're marching, YOU SMILE. :D I had this smile pasted on my face for an HOUR. AN HOUR.


...So we were talking about smiling before the parade, and someone said: "Well, when we get to the protesters, JUST SMILE HARDER. :D" I was like: "Protesters? -.-" There aren't any at Buffalo Pride that we've ever seen, so I'd kind of hoped that WE COULD AVOID THIS UNFORTUNATE SET OF CIRCUMSTANCES. But it was not to be. Jenn and I have had our fair share of dealing with protesters from the ones at the Fairie Festival. And they're absolute nincompoops at the Fairie Festival, so I've kind of heard some of the worst stuff, and it didn't phase me. But I was worried that people with bullhorns and screams of crappiness would be upsetting in the context of the parade. Especially because it's upsetting when we're approached in real life by assholes who think we're gonna burn.

But when we approached the intersection where there was a LONG LINE of protesters, I felt nothing but this exuberant JOY. Like: c'mon, fellas--we're here having a fucking AMAZING time, celebrating who and what we are, and how proud we are to be this way, and you're gonna scream at me that I'm going to burn forever and expect me to listen to a single word or syllable you have to utter? Sorry, nopers. :D HAVE A NICE DAY. :D :D :D

THINGS THAT WERE YELLED! :D WITH MY RIFFS:

"If you hear this warning, and don't heed it, god will make a hotter pit of fire for you to burn in, and eternity is a long time to scream in torment."

I SHALL HAVE TO BRING PLENTY OF TOFU HOTDOGS, THEN, SHAN'T I.

"You are a filthy, wicked abomination!"

REALLY? Really. Is that the best you can do? I'm sorry, but that would sting, oh, I don't know, THREE THOUSAND YEARS AGO. NEW INSULTS. YOU NEEDS THEM.

"Love is not an emotion or a feeling, it's something that's determined by god between a man and a woman merely for the act of procreation and nothing more."

What...the hell? I HAVE NO RESPONSE. WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY DID ANYONE GIVE YOU A BULLHORN. GIVE THE BULLHORN TO SOMEONE WHO CAN THINK ON THE SPOT, PLZ. OH JUST GIVE IT TO ME: SPARKLES AND UNICORNS FOR EVERYONE AND THE UNIVERSE LOVES YOU, AMEN.

There was more yelling, but since we were all ROARING WITH LAUGHTER at the abominations part (SRSLY, GET NEW INSULTS), we didn't hear pretty much anything after that. Oh, protesters. I hope your Saturday got just a teensy bit funner.

But seriously. Nincompoops aside, it was amazing. AMAZING. There were so many moments that are going to stay, etched in our hearts. How excited and happy and hopeful everyone was that we were married. How many people shouted: PRIDE FAIRY! How we got to speak to the news station about how much our church means to us, and what it means to be able to march. Our pastor and his wife, being the awesomesauce that they always are. Random teenage girls recognizing Rainbow Dash on my shirt and squeeing. <3

And getting to walk a few miles, arm in arm with my wife, celebrating who and what we are in a world that often demeans and despises it: utterly and completely free and happy and surrounded by people who felt the exact same way.

Viva la Pride~ <333333333333333333



And lo, afterward, we gotteth Pistachio Rose vegan cupcakes as our PRIDE! TREAT! from our favorite vegan deli, and fainted, verily, upon ingestion of them BECAUSE THEY WERE SO DAMN GOOD, thus bringing a SATISFYING and SPARKLY ENDING to our SATISFYING and SPARKLY day. <3

The End. <3
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