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.