I’m so so sorry. (I’m not sorry. I’m hilarious.)
Forty years ago today we say our movement began. All those years ago, we fought back against constant police harassment, against innumerable injustices, against the idea that we were somehow lesser because we were queer.
All of us were there: gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender. From stone butches to femme boys, drag queens and prostitutes, people of color and gender nonconformists, homeless youth and the poor. Everyone was there.
Our community rioted that night, and the following night, and later on again. We chanted and we mocked our oppressors. We called out “Gay Pride” to anyone that could hear.
So, on this fortieth anniversary, remember our passion and our drive. Remember our pride, and our anger, and just how far we’ve come. Remember our sense of community and that we queers belong to all walks of life.
Remember that the first Pride was a riot. And, most importantly, remember Stonewall.
Anne Hathaway, ladies and gentlemen.
Oh LAWD HAVE MERCY