There’s actually a cute story behind this behind.
I caught sight of this kid — he couldn’t have been older than 16 or 17 — at San Francisco’s Gay Pride March. He was wearing khakis as you can see, paired with a plaid button-down shirt.
He was blonde and absolutely adorable in that Kansas corn-fed sort of way and he was accompanied by his mother and father.
But not only that, because they, in turn, were accompanied by THEIR mother and father.
Both generations of parents were impeccably turned out — the women is sun dresses and the men in khaki trou, ties and blue blazers.
Both dad and granddad were seriously handsome with incredible heads of silver hair and you could see exactly what this kid was going to look like as he aged.
I was desperate to catch up to them and tried repeatedly but without luck to get a family picture as I stalked them.
For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what their story was but right after I got this butt shot I got within hearing range of the little group and heard grand mom as they stood and stared at the mass of people dancing in the street near the stage at the Civic Center.
She said, “Don’t you want to go out there and dance with them sweetie? This is your Gay Pride as much as it is theirs.”
As I watched and listened to their conversation it because apparent to me that the kid had just come out to his family and that they had all gotten dressed up in order accompany their newly out child to his first Pride as a gesture of solidarity for their loved one and to introduce him to his new community.
Sometimes people surprise me and make me rethink the generally low esteem I have for my fellow man.