I'm not proud of my dislike of gay pride parades, but I don't want to be ashamed of it either.
For several years now, once a year, some of us, human rights activists and journalists, have committed an act of masochism: we go to the supposed site of the so-called gay pride parade. There, in addition to the darkness and darkness of riot police and representatives of the press, we see people whom we usually do not meet and in a year we manage to forget them. These people will not let us become homophobic, no matter how we treat sexual minorities.