Every year a different town in Holland is chosen for the national last-weekend-in-June Gay Pride parade -- named Roze Zaterdag (Pink Saturday). This year: Gouda! (We pronouce the name of the town and its cheese completely wrong in English.) Besides Roze Zaterdag, there is a major Gay Pride hoo-hah in Amsterdam every August which is a boat parade through the canals. I've never seen it. Can't figure out why. Maybe it became big after I moved away.
My friends American Christopher and Peter, who live in Rotterdam, always attend Gay Pride in whatever town it's in. They invited me to meet them and their houseguest Beverly there. I'd never been to Gouda. It was a bit of a hassle to get there because the train tracks were being fixed, so I had to take a train AND a bus. Got off the bus at the wrong place, either because the bus driver couldn't understand MY Dutch or I couldn't understand HER Dutch. Probably both. Much as I bemoan the intrusion of smart phones into our lives, I probably would have never found my friends if we both didn't have one.
It was a beautiful sunny day -- quite a treasure in Holland any time of the year. Gouda is a lovely
Waiting for my friends to find me, I encountered this adorable couple.
|The pink t-shirts with the star are the Socialist Party. |
The front says "Rode voor Roze" -- Red for Pink.
It was easy for the four of us to stick together. Peter's yellow shirt was a great help.
|C&P have been together for a loong time. Their energy toward each other |
is so affectionate and playful. Great to be around them.
|Beautiful Dutch Dykes|
"Meer Dan Gewents" = "More than Wished For."
The contingent of gay parents with their children.
More Gay Parents (and coincidently beautiful Dutch dykes)
Some Dutch take the pinkness of this day VERY seriously!
"Autism is also Diversity" & a protest against Chechnya Persecution.
This Gay Pride march was a very big tent with room for everyone. I love that about us.
|A happy, well-adjusted child of gay parents.|
A Drag Queen or two... or Three....
An old man trudged grimly through the happy crowd.
He wasn't going to let any damn Pink Saturday keep him from doing his shopping.
Our short parade ended at the town square with its magnificent City Hall, built in 1450.