Pride in London

London came out to party. The city is mine. The railway carriages are mine.


I marched with Quakers, specifically the Quaker Gender and Sexuality Diversity community.

It’s difficult to take photos when you’re holding a banner. We had two of these:


There were 30,000 wristbands issued for the March, but many thousands more watching. Some of the entertainment was in the audience.


The noise was too great to hold a conversation, and the affirmation was stunning.

Behind us was XXL, campaigning Save our Scene: against a developer taking over and shutting down one of the few remaining gay nightclubs. But why? Find a partner on an app then dance with the straights? That’s a Bear flag.


There were a few scattered Repent! campaigners, but at a corner lots of affirming Christians, some dressed as angels. I photographed that bloke because he was so beautiful.

There were lots of people with A4 signs saying “Trans people to the front”. Watch out for transphobes, alert people, block them from view and don’t engage, as they want attention.

I didn’t like the F-ck terfs signs, though. And one saying “I love my lesbian trans sisters”- I don’t insist on the word lesbian, which angers the terfs so much. Leave it for them. My sexuality needs no label.


I love the collonade and rhe pride flag. London old and new together.

8 thoughts on “Pride in London

  1. Do you have a problem with your right ankle? I hope it made it through the march OK. I’m supposed to wear a compression stocking for my leg that had those DVT blood clots a couple of years ago, but I’m too vein to wear it (find the puns, as you wish).

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    • In my teens I tried to make a man of myself and this included running up hills and walking with a rucksack filled with bricks. That damaged my right ankle, which plays up now and then. I felt a twinge so wore the support just in case. It’s alright for the moment, touch wood. I’d rather a stocking than a DVT.

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      • So, is that what they mean by being one brick short of a load? 🙂 I also damaged my right ankle, as a teen, playing football (American). It became very susceptible to sprains, and eventually developed arthritis. The pain could wake me from a deep sleep some nights, and I lived with the pain daily. I’m not sure if it was due to the physical therapist who subjected me to a treatment that entailed running an electrical current through my ankle as it was submerged in a bucket of ice water when I was 34-years-old. Coincidentally, I started wearing high heels at the same time, so it could have been the shoes that did something to correct my ankle. Anyway, I have had very little trouble with it since. Now, I only wonder if it was the electric shock treatments that might have taken me out of my gender identity suppression. 🙂

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          • I would think that all of the bicycling you do would be good for your ankle (other than for lateral movement). I only wear heels occasionally, nowadays, but I still enjoy wearing them. Other women my age ask me how I can walk in them, and that they gave them up years ago. I usually reply that they can take my heels away from me when they pry them off my cold, dead feet!

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  2. You look stunning with the butterfly behind. I don’t wear heels, I’d bump my head so often if I did. I did consider attending pride in London this year, but decided it was likely to be far too stressful to be enjoyable. Maybe at some point I’ll go again.

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    • Thank you. I heard that regular groups move forward two sections each year, before going right to the back. If so, next year we might have at least less waiting about. There’s a lot of noise. I met no hostility all day, but could not guarantee there was none.

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      • I’ve watched the parade a few years back, in full rainbow outfit for it too. I didn’t feel or see any hostility on the day back then, although I see rather more online than I’d like. People seem to feel freer to speak their mind online, even when it is very offensive to others.

        I actually had a friend in the university group in front of you, having managed to catch up with people since pride. They recalled I was a Quaker and noticed your (collective) presence.

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