Caius Nocturne

It's the first time I've seen it so up close. The clockwork nature in which all the local businesses are putting up rainbow flags in time to catch the loose change from the drunk straight people who will be coming down by train over the weekend. It's sad.

Especially pissed off with the 2010's sanitised 'love is love' and 'proud' bullshit slogans. You can't say anything provocative and specific. You can't demand the rights of trans youth. You're only doing it because it's pride weekend. In Brighton. This is 2% of the city's yearly economy in a blowout tourist weekend.

I'm telling myself the fact that queer people inadvertently being the city's mascots is a price to pay for living in a city with a sizeable - and noticed - queer community. IDK how much that is me rationalising something I can't really do anything about.

Brighton Trans Pride was on Sunday. There was a whole march and everything. And a dance tent playing sick tunes.

It was a weird and exhausting day for me. Met a bunch of cool people I know, both expectedly and unexpectedly.

Notable groups in the march I did not photograph:

• Kickass pirate group
• brat-themed group
• Furries
• A straight norse-styled shamanic couple around the sidelines, one holding a sign made of tree branches and the other holding a wand of theirs.

Despite the very windy weather, an estimated 30,000 folks showed up on Saturday, far more than the previous year and what was anticipated. This was the first march I have ever been to, it was pretty awesome!