Fyodor Pavlov; New York City
I'm actually such a huge introvert that for me, marching in the heat of summer was always sort of a terrifying prospect. I've been to a couple of Pride parades.
What moves me about them is not even the parade itself, but the notion of there being a place and a right for it to exist. Because I come from Russia, where there have been two attempts at a Pride parade, both of which were broken up by religious laymen and police, coming together to beat up the people attempting to march, and then arrest them.
So to me, what's significant about it is not so much my participation in it as the fact that there is the freedom, at least in this country, at least in this state, for it to happen. And that's what it means to me. Again, it's not the exercising of the right, but the fact that it exists, and that there is a place for people who wish to participate to go ahead and do so.