Don’t get me wrong, I love the Pride March. Every June, the joyful, rallying parade winds its way down Fifth Avenue and through the Village, leaving a trail of glitter, colored feathers, and rainbow beads in its wake. Strangers hug each other, many are moved to tears, and others dance their hearts out (I’m always surprised by the number of people who are also inspired to remove their shirts, but hey, whatever makes you feel good). Since 1970, the March has been an uncompromising celebration of the ability for everyone to be who they are—a privilege we enjoy in New York possibly more than anywhere else.
It is wonderfully crowded, loud, and chaotic. It is also, well, crowded, loud, and chaotic. While I encourage all New Yorkers, young and old, to march at least once in their lives, I also get it if you want to celebrate Pride in a mellower manner. Since having kids, my wife and I have opted for smaller—but no less proud—Pride events. Here’s what we’re doing this year.