The Pride I'll never forget
The marches, the parties, the protests and the passion cheers
‘It was one of the most miserable days of my life – and I didn’t get laid’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
I was determined to have a wild time at Brighton in 2014. Being falsely accused of shoplifting was not a good start
‘Surrounded by Black queer people dancing and kissing, I felt 100% myself’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
Hungover and lacking sleep, still covered in the previous day’s glitter, I almost didn’t go to Black Pride. I would have missed so much …
‘It felt as though an orgy could erupt at any moment’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
Torrential rain almost killed the buzz when I marched through London in 1982. Then I found myself stripping with a bunch of strangers …
‘My young friend’s joy quickened my jaded gay heart’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
In the summer of 2019 I took a 17-year-old to her first Pride. There were surprises in store for both of us
‘Arabs and Muslims flaunted their costumes in true queer glory’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
Growing up gay in Bahrain, I was thrilled by the camp potential of Arab music – but terrified of the reaction if I gave in and danced the way I wanted to. Years later, in a field in London, I let myself go
‘My parents tried their best, and I threw it back in their faces’ – the Pride I’ll never forget
As a 16-year-old from rural Devon, I should have been delighted when my mum and dad took me to San Francisco. So why did the drag queens and Dykes on Bikes make me so miserable?
‘We were marching with ghosts’: three writers on the Pride they’ll never forget
As this year’s loud and proud celebrations draw to a close, regulars remember the parties and processions that changed how they saw the world and themselves. Kicking things off: a teenager’s first Pride
