Editor’s letter
Here are some things that Pride means to me. Pride is a party and a protest. Pride is an excuse to wear my brightest, rainbow-patterned, vintage prom dress. Pride is the one time of year when I feel just about safe enough to hold my girlfriend’s hand in public (only at the parade, never on the train home). But the biggest one, on a personal level? Pride is an antidote to a lifetime spent drenched in shame.