UPFRONT
Editor’s letter
Rainbow glitter! Beaming, sweaty faces! Cher on the loudspeaker! Drag queens! Drag KINGS! DYKES ON BIKES!! I am in Sydney at my very first Pride.
After coming out to my not-exactly-thrilled parents, I’ve taken the logical next step and boarded a plane bound for the other side of the planet. At this precise moment, I am so glad I did. Watching the march in the heart of the city’s gaybourhood, I’m having so many feelings I don’t think I’ve ever truly felt before: affirmation, acceptance, pure queer joy. For this precious, topsy-turvy day, the normal order of being a tiny minority in a sea of straights is reversed and, my god, it feels fabulous. While I’m experiencing a life-changing epiphany about the beauty of community and authentic self-expression, my girlfriend is being sick over a railing. Ah, such is the magic of Mardi Gras.