Photos by Kitkat Pajaro
On the morning of June 30, 2018, skies were dark and clouds were heavy. The sun was hot, as it always is in Manila, but it only briefly peaked through the clouds. And then it was gone. The rain came swiftly, hammering the ground, threatening to ruin the rest of the day. Of all days, this was the day we didn’t need rain. This was the day we were going to march.
But that didn’t stop us. But come to think of it, nothing has ever stopped us, really. Neither hell nor high water, nor homophobic protesters, nor closed-minded parents; not the Church, not abusive corporations, not ignorant friends, not the lack of inclusion in the law, and not the lack of money. We didn’t get to 24 years of Metro Manila Pride to be intimidated by a little rain. We push through and celebrate who we are without fear, so that the kids who come after us don’t have to be afraid.
This year was the biggest Pride March yet, and it’s only going to get bigger from here. It is both an exciting and trying time to be alive, but that’s what makes it worth it. Thank you — and see you next year.