People dressed in pink, yellow and screaming green and a hint of baby blue. Raving, spectacular-looking men without a shirt dancing, reaching for the sky and catching not only my attention but also Cape Town's, made the entire city vibrate. For this moment, we had the whole city for ourselves and no one could stop us being what were and it made the atmosphere so incredibly free, relaxed that it felt almost like I was flying beneath a puffy cloud that was smiling to me. Usually people aren't able to actually see people around them in a crowded place but I saw everyone and I think everyone saw me and no one looked at me said and asked what, no one glared at me and told me to fuck off and even though I wasn't pink, yellow or screamingly green, me being there made me feel like I was pink and extremely proud of it.
If you ever have been to gay parade, you can simply imagine the glorious drag queens flirting with everyone and pushing the world break gender roles that are set for everyone. Cape Town, as liberal as she might sound, is relatively conservative city compared to European destinations and one cannot understand what's it like to break those rules that have been part of people's lives for hundreds of years, when only a small minority is keen on trembling over these norms. I was astonished by people who watched the parade, who didn't march but still wanted to witness it; black young boys laughing cheerfully, not mockingly; A Muslim mother standing by the street with her children, looking at people marching and smiling an incredibly tiny small; old men sitting in a café and clapping their hands as we marched by them; an ambulance driving past us and turning on the sirens to show solidarity for us, to be part of it in a different way; a coloured girl in a bus, which drives pass us, unbeatably cheered for us; and I think these sights altogether were the most ravishing views that I've ever witnessed.
The entire city was a dance floor for people; for everyone, not only for people who prefer pink over blue or girls over boys, it didn't really matter what or who you're, as long as you're happy with yourself, that's the only thing that actually matters in your life. The theme of Pride was "Heroes" and I realized that you can only pretend to be someone else's hero if you cannot be your hero; the greatest hero that I encountered that day were the people that I mentioned earlier, their sparkling, genuine enthusiasm and non-judgemental attitude made me believe in heroicness that hadn't existed for me in such a long time. Obviously the drag queens and kings, transvestites, gays and lesbians (out or in the closet), straight and not so straight human beings, children of gay parents, all those people who actually marched in the Parade were stunningly amazing and made the whole parade possible but the people who watched from outside of the rainbow bubble and still were part of it made the whole parade heroic; for me at least it gave hope that if I decided to walk in a roaring pink skirt in Cape Town someday in the future, no one would care; it wouldn't matter to anyone anymore.
People hold signs that made my heart cry; a drag queen told me that I was handsome little boy and I smiled; glistering Cape Town sang songs that gay people love to listen; strikingly handsome men kissed each other when the priest yelled you'll go to hell; the parade blocked main roads so badly that we drove some drivers nuts and it felt incredibly nice; rainbow colours covering the entire Cape Town; posing yet wonderfully intriguing people who know what they stand for; Africa shaking hands with homosexuality and greeting in a manner that makes my heart melt (no more crying for my heart); heroic acts done by people who at home are forced to be silent; old, young, women, men, something in between or out of the box, gay, lesbian, something in between or out of the box again, Black, White, Coloured, Indian, tourist, liberalist, Christian, Hindu, vegetarian, Mc Donald's lover, soccer-player, pink, green, something else but we all were one, united by the fact that we all were humans; nothing else mattered.
South Africa rarely is united in such a strong way; unfortunately one can still witness how segregated the country is because of where its history lays. It's easy to say that the country has one of the most progressive laws in the world; in theory the country is a paradise for everyone, she's a haven where anyone would love to be, she's a Rainbow Nation as the government markets. However I rarely see a sight of black and white people being together anywhere in South Africa and the fact that she's so isolated makes me mellow, there's no one to blame but it has been over ten years since the apartheid officially stopped being. The new generation who grew without it will reach the age when you start to actually comprehend the world and soon we'll see if white mixes with black and Indian with coloured. The Parade united us in a way that I realized where the nickname "the Rainbow Nation" comes from; if I can believe in what I saw, touched, felt and heard in the Parade, South Africa will be more than the Rainbow Nation.
She'll be the strikingly astonishing rainbow of the world where people are united by the fact that we all are humans.