Yesterday after chickening out from going to Carlisle, I was driving around town aimlessly, when I came to an intersection adjacent to a park next to F&M university campus, and noticed several people standing around with rainbow-colored umbrellas in the hot sunshine. Then I looked again, and saw some protesters holding huge signs reciting Bible verses and yelling things like "if you masturbate to porn, God hates you!". "What the heck is THIS?" I said to myself. So I quickly found a parking spot and approached the gate. Sure enough, it was a Gay Pride festival, right here in little old Lancaster, our first. It was just getting started at the time, but the crowd steadily built while I was there for a couple of hours. I was surprised at the turnout, actually. I didn't see anyone I know. There were booths set up, lots of food wagons, a stage with good singers and comedians, and a pavilion next to it with horrible drag queens. The usual stuff from what I remember from the last of these festivals I attended... which was in 2002, I think, in Baltimore before moving here in '03.
Anyway, I felt it was a bit brave of me to go, as I'm not yet out at work or to family (groan). I was hoping to feel a sense of community there, but alas, I didn't strike up a conversation with anyone, and I left kind of depressed, as I ran the gauntlet of religious protesters (who all looked gay to me, AFAIK). I am just not into "the scene" I guess. I've never seen so many variations on a rainbow sticker as I did on the vehicles lining the streets, parked, around that event.