Damian Barr: ‘There were thousands of us and it rained. But we felt like millions. We felt like sunshine’
I lost my Pride virginity the same day Scotland did: Saturday 17 June 1995. The sun shone proudly as we marched loudly through Edinburgh, a city that generally limits shows of emotion to a vigorous twitch of a net curtain. I was 18, weeks from 19, and didn’t know where to look first.