In the hours leading up to last weekend's Brooklyn Pride Twilight Parade there was an old-fashioned street party outside of Ginger's, the old-school dyke bar. Queers of every shape and stripe were bobbing and weaving to the music blaring from outward-facing speakers. I navigated the crowd looking for my friends when I heard the unmistakable opening notes of Wilson Phillips'
dispatch 032 // father figures #holdon
dispatch 032 // father figures #holdon
dispatch 032 // father figures #holdon
In the hours leading up to last weekend's Brooklyn Pride Twilight Parade there was an old-fashioned street party outside of Ginger's, the old-school dyke bar. Queers of every shape and stripe were bobbing and weaving to the music blaring from outward-facing speakers. I navigated the crowd looking for my friends when I heard the unmistakable opening notes of Wilson Phillips'