THE BLOG
06/20/2007 03:06 pm ET Updated Nov 17, 2011

The Month Formerly Known as June

It's Gay Pride Month in New York City and I don't know if it's a result of
that premature spring ahead clock change thing that George did to save
energy, but it seems awfully early this year. That is why it has been
suggested that we just call it Gay Pride Era, claim the century and be done
with it.

One of the traditional kick-offs of the week's festivities here in New York
is the mayor declaring that he is no longer a Republican. Or at least
that's a new and cherished tradition. We hope every Republican mayor
follows Mike Bloomberg's lead. And the New York legislature got the gay
marriage bill out of committee. It only took thirty years to pass a gay
rights bill in New York, but we remain optimistic. What's our option?

The other tradition of NY Pride is the LGBT Center's Annual Garden Party.
This year was number 24 and was held again on one of the Chelsea Piers. I
had the honor of emceeing for the 18nd time. My Staten Island posse, under
the direction of my promo domo, Michele Karlsberg, was out in full force,
getting names for the mailing list, handing out fliers of upcoming shows,
finding all the free stuff and just being their usual fun schmooze operator
selves.

I love our New York Center. It truly is the gay heart of Manhattan.
Everyone loves it, so it's jammed to the rafters. It's time to expand. The
$50 million capital campaign got a boost from Manhattan Borough President,
Scott Stringer's $1 million pledge and the $8 million pledge from Council
Speaker and our favorite Irish lesbian, Christine Quinn. The grants were
announced at the Garden Party and were a lovely testament to Richard Burns,
the Center's executive director, and his twenty years at his job.

It was a gorgeous night. We watched the sunset over New Jersey. We heard
great entertainment -- two-time Tony Award winner Tonya Pinkins, recording
stars Chris Garneau and Kirsten Price, perennial favorite Lavender Light
Gospel Choir and a hilarious, impromptu set from Michele Balan, last seen on
The Last Comic Standing. And because the GP24 is sub-titled "A Taste of
Pride", the food was a smorgasboard of New York's best, a dim sum of the
divine. The people were proud and well-fed.

June 23, the night before the big Sunday gay pride march is The Dyke March.
I can't wait. It kicks off at 5p from Bryant Park and we don't even get no
stinkin permit. That's what I'm talking about. We just march, dammit.
Well not really march. It's more of a mingle. It's a sea of ex-lovers.
And lesbian moms. And lesbian cheerleaders. And my favorite moment is when
the young girls start peeling off their tank tops and climbing the
streetlight poles. I don't know who gives the signal, but this year I'm
fixing to find out. And then I'm just going to give the signal in every
city I visit. Happy LGBT Pride Era!