So let’s be honest, there’s nothing like a pride parade or festival. Literally. Nothing can quite top the colour, glitter, love, and ridiculousness. And the one that takes the biscuit (Is that a saying? I feel like it is) is the one that takes place in Brighton.
Although I haven’t been to a Pride parade in New York or San Francisco (Although I’ve heard Brighton is San Francisco if it was British), Brighton on Pride weekend is indescribable. So I’m just gonna keep the word count down and let these pictures do the talking.
Men with fake boobs or dressed like women happens on nearly every float. More often than not accompanied by something inflatable.
The music choice of each float is usually somewhere on the spectrum of upbeat cheerful pop and full on rave. AND what’s great is that if you don’t like one song, you can wait 1.5 minutes until the next float rolls around with something else booming out across London Road.
Also, lots of bums.
Alright, it’s time we talk about the legend that is Danny Gogo.
We first discovered Danny Gogo after our friend Dom showed us his music video on YouTube (now sadly deleted). He became a hero – then shortly after on a night out we ran into him go-go dancing. On a pole. In a karaoke bar run by 2 drag queens (is this a normal uni experience?). After that we frequently ran into him on a night out (which was 2-3 times a week because student life) and the rest is history. What a legend.
One of the great things about Pride is all of the positive vibes flying around. (And you have to say “positive vibes” because it’s Brighton and everyone says that). You can see a float raising HIV awareness, another celebrating those in the LGBTQ community lost to suicide, another supporting those who may be coping with depression.
And the weird stuff too.
And the glitter.
AND THE DOGS
Dear Brighton, and dear Pride. I love you, please don’t ever change.