Greetings from New York City. I'm writing this on Saturday, June 23rd. It's the day before the big Pride parade here. Lots of proud lesbian women, and a whole lot of proud gay men, as well as a healthy sprinkling of proud bisexual folks, and a nice assortment of proud transgender people. A lot of people turn out for Gay Day in New York, and the weather is supposed to be fairy-tale appropriate: sunshine, sunshine, sunshine. I won't be going. I'm proud of a lot of things in my life, but it doesn't seem that I'm proud of what I'm supposed to be proud of.