Parade of Pride in Tel Aviv. They say that there were about two hundred thousand people. I do not know how this could all be calculated, but yes, the city was at the mercy of this procession for a day. For the whole day, the central streets were blocked, the river flowed throughout the center of the hour, probably four continuously. It is impossible to rent an apartment in the city these days.. All is crammed. The whole city from top to bottom in the rainbow symbolism, earned every cafe, every store, every seller of water. Business, commerce and healthy capitalism again won the braces and obscurantism.
This, I recall, in a country where the church is not separated from the state, where religion is the official state institution. One of the largest LGBT pride in the world.
Star of David on the rainbow flag. As for me, it is generally the best symbol of the future. The world has changed. The Middle Ages are no longer in a trend.
Security was at the level of. And, here is the discovery, it turns out that if you respect your citizens respectfully (however, about what it's me) and do their job qualitatively, then on such a mass gathering of people you can do without frames and pens! Who would have thought. It is in a country subject to constant terrorism, I will remind. There was an inspection of bags, buses blocked by entrances from tractor terrorism - and armed fighters at the towers, crossroads and center points. But at the same time, the sense of security is complete. It was felt that the work was colossal, that in a crowd full of agents in the civil, that all a hundred times thought out and calculated.
There were not many freaks. I met only a few times. Poshlyatiny was not practically at all.
Strictly speaking, I was expecting something else. I do not know what, but - something else. Some more unbridled feast of flesh, topless, chains, leather tucks and latex, or what?.
In fact, it was an ordinary carnival in a coastal tropical city. It was full of heterosexual people, couples, families with children. We also went with the family. I decided that ten years is quite a normal age to explain to a child that all people are different, that they differ in color, religion, clothing, language, orientation. And that no one else cares about this. Your life is only your personal personal matter. All created by individuals, all created by free. And this pride - it's not about homosexuality and not about sex. Here heterosexuals, in my opinion, are generally eighty percent. It is about equality, antioxenophobia, normal society and the twenty-first century.
The child took absolutely calmly, without grimaces and grimaces, on which my next fears were dispelled - and everything.
There were a lot of children. Local watered the crowd from the balconies with spray water. For what they all say thank you. Fever, of course, Adama. I, in the end, burned completely. With the fact that I'm already used to the sun. But on any Norwegian delegation, shining with northern whiteness, it was really scary to look.
And there were a lot of people in wheelchairs. Non-barrier environment. In all senses.
By noon the human river had reached the embankment, where a full-fledged carnival with music, processions and dance platforms on trucks began. The first was a pink bus with veterans of the movement, for those over forty - with the badge "45+". The last generation definitely differed in mannerisms.
Well, as for me, the explicit manifestation of sexuality in pink thongs and BDSM dances are still superfluous, but the monastery is not mine, the charter here is local, and, again, there was no outright vulgarity. All these idiotic jokes about gays in the soul - this is the prerogative of a backward complexed enslaved obscurantist country. Then, at the age of fifteen, they joked with these jokes and drove through. Do not care. Just do not care, and everything. The inviolability of your personal space is respected sacredly. Without your permission to you, it's not that nobody will do it - it will not look askance.
By the way, there were quite a few Russian-speakers. A couple of times I met even the Russian tricolor. Flags of the US and Russia together on a gay parade. Rogozin's nightmare.
There was also a comrade in the revolutionary cap of the GPU worker and with a sacred red star. This is already a nightmare of Milonov. Grandfathers fought, that's all.
Gouzhanilo all this until the morning. Night clubs worked around the clock, the disco on the beach lasted until night, everyone climbed in the sea to swim, dancing, fun and generally fun.
Actually, if you remove the lgbt-component - carnival and carnival. Rio de Janeiro as it is. Palms, the sea, music, dances, beautiful dancing women in make-up and feathers, beer, fun, youth, families, holding hands elderly couples, a universal fan and the joy of life. Actually, "gay" from English initially and translated simply as "joy", "fun".
At night the city was also interesting to observe. When the beach wandered kompashki and decorated youth tipsy, mixed with Hasidim in black robes and fur hats. Do not care. Nobody cares.
In addition to safety, the work of public utilities. Immediately after the passage of the columns, an army of janitors and Bob-cat came out into the street, everything was cleaned, everything was swept away, all the rubbish was collected, the street was opened.
Everything again returned to the usual rhythm of life. In half an hour, nothing was like.
Society of a healthy person. Poggozhanyili, once again told themselves that we are normal, free and respect the person by definition, cleaned up and returned to workdays.
What do you want?.
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