today was spectacular. I met up with my friend Richard, who writes the nationally syndicated queer column Three Dollar Bill, his lovely parents and a couple other friends. The best part were the Gay Line Dancers of Montreal, who line danced their way down the parade route to Shania Twain. The PFLAG groups got me choked up a bit, though everyone was very happy. I honestly don’t know what it would be like to be gay, but then I know what my relationships with my parents are like and how important they are to me. That many people (fewer, I hope?) lose the love of parents over something like this boggles my mind – at once making me quite indignantly angry and choking me up to know that there are reasonable adults out there who can really love their kids unconditionally. Anyhow.