Throughout June, most of the LGBTQ people I know are talking about their Pride plans: which cities, which events, which parties, which outfits, and inevitably which bad dates we’ll be awkwardly running into. After coming out in my first year of rabbinical school, I spent my first Prides decked out in a political T-shirt, waving a rainbow flag, and spending three days in a state of gay euphoria.
But in the last few years, Pride has changed. The world has changed. Politically, the Pride march has become a parade, a time when the whole world (or at least New York) seems to light up in rainbow... Read More