I stumbled on the New York Dyke Parade on Fifth Avenue. I joined in marching down to Washington Square Park. I shot, I laughed, I even smiled at this police officer, who was very nice. It was a pleasure to be under the eye of the New York Police who were not hostile, unlike my unfortunate experiences during the anti-war march in 2003, a time before digital cameras and blogs for me, but one of the most frightening days of my life on this planet. Coming back to New York was great this time.
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