Dykes on Bikes has been a staple of Pride Parades for years. At Pride in Seattle, I was moved to tears to see these powerful humans expressing themselves in so many different ways, flaunting their joy and freedom in such elegant ways, and for the joy of others. Women from luxurious lanes to steam punk girls to liberated grannies on mopeds showed us all how diverse people can be. Seeing the eyes of young girls light up with the light and potential for what they could be like just broke open my heart. What would my life have looked like if, at three years old, my parents had brought me to a Pride Parade where I saw strong, balanced, and expressive people being themselves without hatred? How many sessions of therapy could that have avoided?
