in these parades (at least in San Fransisco) is "Im here, Im *****, get used to it. I think thats the wrong approach.
event of the summer. Gay Pride day. Robbie, his girlfriend and their friends are accompanying more school friends of the lesbian, gay and transgendered (actually not the latter) sort to the **** March this afternoon.
We took Robbie first when he was about 3. Took him on the rides (conventional ferris-wheel, get your mind out of the gutter) when his architect uncle came up to attend the party here. Toronto is very gay friendly and Brians family (my wife's family) can be a bit of a pain about gay issues, not actually critical but snide, and then defensive and denying that anything was meant by what they said.
My mother in law actually said (she disapproves of our parenting style, only women know how to raise children you see) about Robbie, "Well, Thank god he's normal" at the dinner table with Brian sitting there, and then had the gall to deny that she meant anything by it. I fear I have not been nearly as patient or helpful since.
So, Prom on Friday, Party and a movie on Saturday and Gay Pride Parade on Sunday. He's setting a pretty intense pace so far this summer.