me!’ The incredulous laughter joined the chorus’ hook ‘… please someone help me’.That was not the only time that I experienced racism at Pride.
I was held at the door at a circuit party for over an hour so that the community of bouncers could pat me down and ‘verify’ my ticket while they ushered in white patrons.Another year I was asked by the host of an event why I wasn’t at the ‘other Pride party’ – aka the Black one.