Still Unraveling...
There I was, standing below the giant rainbow flag on Normal Street, at the San Diego Pride Festival, one speck in a sea of colorful revelers celebrating diversity and inclusion, when out of nowhere it happened. I spotted the next group in line to march their way down University Avenue during the hours-long annual parade. It wasn't a float with boom-boom-booming dance music, three-quarters-naked buff men, or a surprising corporate entry (Wal-Mart?!) that got to me. That would have been too obvious. Instead, it was the sight of the San Diego Police Department awaiting their turn to march--probably two dozen men and women in blue smiling, laughing, waving small rainbow flags--that sent a happy shiver down my spine and cued the waterworks from my eyes. My first Pride in San Diego after moving here a month ago was not expected to be much of an emotional experience, at least not by me. After all, having been out and about for 18 years now, I was not new to this scene. It was not