Boston: Where the unimaginable is a guarantee

Last weekend,  Boston celebrated its 43rd annual Gay Pride Parade.  Participants and onlookers of all ages gathered on the beautiful June day to promote equality and celebrate sexual diversity.

Photo of Pride Parade 2013

Half-dressed marchers danced to the beat of Top 40,  “Queers of Yesteryear” rolled by on carriages, and fully robed Wiccans blessed a few lucky bystanders.

Photo Queers of Yesteryear

This was my first time attending Pride. Both the atmosphere and the energy made me think of what the Mummers Parade of Philadelphia must have looked like in its prime.

Photo of Mummers Parade

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Another highlight of the day includes the participation of NBA player Jason Collins, the first male US athlete in a major professional sport to come out as gay. Jason came out just this past April, and walked alongside Congressman Joe Kennedy (his former college roommate) in the parade on Saturday.

Photo of Jason Collins at Pride Parade

Courtesy of CBS News

As I mentioned, there was an electric energy that reverberated throughout the crowd. Despite the mass numbers of attendees, there was an intimate sense of community that united us all amid the festivities. Massachusetts was the first state in the US to legalize same-sex marriage with the Goodridge v. Department of Public Health Supreme Court ruling in 2004. And Boston’s been celebrating ever since.

Photo of Boston Pride Parade

I am proud to be part of a city that is so unquestionably, outwardly, and genuinely accepting. In this, we are truly a unique part of the country; achieving such a level of inclusion is still viewed as unimaginable to much of the country. So while everyone else struggles to catch up, come join our party. Boston Pride is proof that there is room enough for everybody.

Two beginnings

For me, this past Sunday was a dual celebration:

My Commencement

Photo of tasselThe beginning of my adult life, post-grad


Mother’s Day

Photo of my motherThe source and beginning of my life

I was so happy to share this day with my mother. Over the course of the day, it became more and more evident how much these two celebrations should go hand-in-hand. I owe every ounce of my happiness and success to my mother.

Sometimes this is easy to forget, now that I am no longer living at home and consumed by adult responsibilities and other distractions. When I was younger, my mom’s proximity made her a constant presence and source of help and advice. My graduation day was an acute reminder of all that she has given me and continues to provide.

All that my mom did for me on Sunday, on her day, is just a snapshot of the things she’s done for me my entire life.

She decorated my graduation cap…

Photo of doily cap

Filled my closet with lace…

Photo of lace vest

And brought me coffee in bed.

Photo of coffee in bed

She was ready to help when things went wrong…

Photo of difficut grad cap

And to take my picture as I walked across the stage.

Photo of me getting my diploma

I said that I liked her shirt… So she gave it to me.

Photo of shirt

My achievements are every bit a credit to my mom’s efforts, as they are mine. I realize that not everyone was so lucky to spend the day with their mothers, but I hope everyone took a moment on Sunday to appreciate all that they have given us. Because really, where would we be without them? I never would have made it through college, through life, without mine.

Photo 1st picture with mom