You have to admire the LGBTQ+ community and their thonged throng as they try to get their message across in June when most Londoners just want to watch the football or drink wine at the end of the garden. We see quite a bit of anti-LGBTQ+ stuff these days as Nigel Farage’s mates in tech and AI attack us with troll farms and rage-bait, but nothing beats Pride itself. Tommy Robinson’s protest earlier this year was a dreary tour-de-force of unintelligible lager louts while London Pride is phenomenal — instead of racism it has rainbows and choreo. It’s impossible not to be won over by how fabulous the gays are. Highlights for me at this year’s Pride include Rhys’s Pieces on the black stage, a fierce black drag queen who should really be on television; and “Panty Soaker Soundsystem” on the transgender stage — a new DJ duo the cool kids are digging (you heard it here first!)
I know what you’re thinking… Hasn’t Pride been rattling on for about six weeks already? And to that my response is: “Oh my God gurrrrl. Like, shut up!?”
