It’s been great to see how much of a celebration it’s become and how many people it attracts. Standing on a float and coming down to Vesterbro Square and witnessing the sea of people who are just so happy… There is something quite magical about seeing people standing with their young children and passing on the idea that there should be space for everyone.
One of my favorite Pride stories is about one of my old colleagues from when I was a waiter. He was a big guy with a lot of tattoos, and he definitely wasn’t very ‘gay-okay’. A few years after we had worked together, I suddenly saw him watching the parade with two little boys holding Pride flags. So I went over to him and said he was probably the last person I expected to see standing here. And he replied: “I can understand that — and I owe you an apology.” He had realized he didn’t know how they would grow up to be, but if he filled his little boys with the things he had said to me, he risked losing them one day.