While exploring San Francisco on foot today I came upon an outdoor concert being held as part of Pride weekend in a park. All sorts of people were hanging out, milling about, sitting on the grass, picnicking, listening to the music - obviously gay people, obviously trans people, people with outrageous and glorious fashion and hairstyles - in sum, people who’d normally be seen as “deviant.” The SFPD was set up around the event making sure people got there safely; there was no harrassment. From inside the event, there was no more deviance or strangeness, just pride and acceptance and friendliness and love. It was beautiful. I realized I’d never been to a place like that, where difference like that was normal, and it was wonderful.