The Young generation will never know what it was like to come out when it was "not done" when gay sex was what happened in the dark or away from prying eyes...
Not to go completely off-topic, but there are unfortunately enuf instances of shame and hiding - primarily in highly religious organizations/families - that the stigma we've suffered won't be soon forgotten, imo. To wit, the lesbian just expelled from a "faith-based" school and then hit with a demand for restitution of $6000 worth of tuition, expenses, etc.(http://gazette.com/article/feed/13932
Yeah, bg, I kinda scratch my head over organizations like Dignity - not to offend - but I figure whatever blows your skirt up.
A good example of what it was like Back in the Day is a classic 1962 movie "Advise and Consent" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advise_%26_Consent_(film)). I think it's on Netflix. The subplot is a young married senator blackmailed for a homosexual affair he had while in the service in Hawaii. He commits suicide. A far cry from former NJ governor Jim McGreevey, 40 years later. Particularly accurate is the unmarked, nondescript entrance to a gay bar very similar to my first gay bar in the early 70s, about ten years after the film was made.
Back to the parade. In one sense, this kind of freedom is something for which we've fought for decades and it does my heart good to see it. And, yeah, being able to be out and celebrate without a second thought, imo, is one demonstration of that goal realized.
What annoys me is Boomers and younger who are still closeted. ("But you don't understand!"...in fact, yes I do and I made the choice NOT to be...a sissy about it). Unless their professionally pursuing a homophobic agenda as an expression of their own internalized homophobia, I leave 'em alone, at arm's length and let 'em figgur it out themselves. Hell, I'm not their damn therapist. Nor do I care to hear about their issues. It's tired. It's old news. Recently had that with a client and I simply sidestep his issues to deal with the unrelated task immediately at hand.
Frankly, too, I'll admit some resentment. I haven't put up with a life's worth of abuse - the closet was a significant factor in my CSA by a high school guidance counselor - vilification, vandalism and threats so some jerk can keep hiding as though it was 1960.
lol...I'll say it. Being gay is not for sissies.