Two years ago, my first ever New York weekend was spent in the big, gay outstretched arms of Pride Week, and I found myself charmed into a swift transatlantic u-haul to this damn seductive city. Fast forward to this past weekend's Pride, where those same arms gave me another big hug.
In too many ways to list, Pride weekend really is like Christmas. After the party subsides, a post-festive lull lends time for reflection that reveals that yes, New York, you do have a lot to be proud of.
The Look of Pride