So, I dropped the idea, and didn’t go to what turned out to be the first NYC Pride March. The idea of, in the words of one of them, “fags marching in the streets” made them laugh wildly they just couldn’t imagine it. I mentioned this to my new boyfriend and two of his friends, who were all about 10 or so years older than me and had been gay in New York since the late 1950s. I knew about the Stonewall riots the year before, and I had heard that a march and demonstration were going to be held at the end of June, going from Christopher Street to Central Park. I had just graduated from college in June 1970 and was living in Manhattan.
