Today in Dallas it came very close to hitting a hundred degrees for the first time this year.
Because of the brutal heat Pride Day in Dallas fall in late September.
I spent the day doing a serious rewrite of one of the chapters in my book. the part I was rewriting deals with Jan Maxwell and I attending our first group session at Stanford and realizing that the grant proposal we had written to try and obtain funding from the Erickson Foundation targeted a very limited demographic.
We were a pair of young activist trying to cobble together an under funded support center and while our intentions were noble our scope was limited due to the way the various elements of different trans-communities were structured.
This chapter documents my participation in a pioneer trans-organization and how we helped provide some of the ideas involved in trans-support organizations in the pre-internet days.
Rewrite is part of the process.
Looking at how the earlier drafts were constructed and ordered chopping parts that break up the narrative, even if they are funny anecdotes that would be great in a different piece about the same period.
Our center started in a building on Third and Mission and moved to a store front on Turk Street.
I haven’t been in San Francisco since 1987.
Most of the Pride Day Parades I participated in were in Los Angeles. The first was in 1974, along Hollywood Blvd. Troy Perry and Morris Kight saw me and recognized me from some conferences. They asked me to say something to show the TS/TG sisters that they were welcome and part of the community.
Over the years the marches became less political and more like a party with all the usual Corporate Suspects trading a banner, a float and a few bucks in order to sell a lot of their products to LGBT/T people.
Now they have Trans-Marches and as one of those elders who was a pioneer I might actually be asked sometime to take part in one.
Oddly the idea upsets me less now than it would have a few years back.
Perhaps it is my writing and realizing what I did.
Perhaps the journey of researching, ordering ideas and events have reminded me of how much better people so many of us were back in the idealistic days of the 1960s and the 1970s too, back before the rise of the right wing and all the reactionary hateful bullshit.
I want to thank any and all of my readers who marched today, even if it was more party than political.
And if you took part in a Trans-Pride March, good for you. I hope you got a bunch of sisters and brothers to march with you.
To those who took it upon themselves to get together a bunch of people, enough to have you own march I extend my congratulations.
I was so discouraged back in the 1990s when it was the same dozen or so activists who showed up every year.