My favourite Pride memory… I was living in Windsor and decided to make the trek (which would become an annual pilgrimage) to Toronto for my first Pride. I was a newbie, so I really wanted to document the experience, and kept my camera at the ready. Initially, it was all pics of flashy floats and topless boys (the lens was guided by my then 20-year-old brain, after all). However, while I was taking a break on the sidelines of the parade route, I met a family from Asia – mom, dad and two kids under 5. They were new arrivals to Canada and were so excited to bring their children to a parade. The daughter was busily waving her rainbow Pride flag. The son was happily sporting his “Loud and Proud” bandana. They demonstrated such openness, such a profoundly easy acceptance of difference, and helped to remind me of the real beauty of Pride. They were kind enough to allow me to take a picture of them, which is my favourite picture from that Pride and any since.
