Well, I went, and survived (albeit more than a little sunburned).
Left Friday afternoon, got caught in mondo traffic (what should have taken about 2 took 7.5 hours), and finally met up with Dr. Boyfriend at the hotel late Friday night (Yay!). Saturday I spent the day at the Air & Space Museum, but the Festival was open both Saturday and Sunday (the MMoW was divided into the March, the Rally and the Festival).
Saturday night we went to the Equality Rocks concert, and let me tell ya, it does.
The bad side was that the sound system at RFK Stadium sucks, even as much as a mic going out on more than one performer (it’s very disheartening to see a singer performing their guts out and not a single note is being heard past the first row in a stadium that had 45,000 people in it). Aside from that, though, it was pretty kick-ass. Lots of celebrity introducers (not unlike the Oscars, including Nathan Lane, Ellen & Betty DeGeneres, Anne Heche, Kristen Johnson, Kathy Najimy, and, yes, Tipper Gore), and the list of performers was impressive (Albita, Rufus Wainwright, Chaka Kahn, Michael Feinstein, The Pet Shop Boys, k. d. lang, Melissa Etheridge, George Michael, and Garth Brooks).
As the Washington Post pointed out, the mood swung between party and activism, particularly since the Human Rights Campaign Foundation, who was the main sponsor of the weekend, interspersed the sets with their own commercials. George Michael also spent time talking about “clinics” that desperate parents send their gay children to in hopes of “curing” them - very sad indeed. And the biggest somber moment, but also the biggest high, was when the stage held Matthew Shepard’s parents, along with the family of the black man killed in Jaspar, TX, one of the children who survived the Jewish daycare shooting, and the family of a Philippino man killed in the same attack. We all took a moment to remember why we were there, and I took a moment to remember my friend, Randy.
Then again, the damn place rocked, and I’m sorry, but Melissa is a babe! She did her own set, she came out and did a duet with the Pet Shop Boys, and she came back at the end to lead the finale (“Celebration” and “The Times They Are A-Changin’”, with Tipper Gore on drums no less). She really kept the show cohesive (not to mention making sweet love to her guitar at one point), as each performer only had about 20 minutes and maybe 3-4 songs apiece (and fortunately most of the mic/sound problems were worked out about halfway through the show). Alas, I was rather disappointed in Garth, the last performer of the evening. Although he dueted “Freedom” with George Michael, his set was 3 low-key numbers on acoustic guitar, none of his kick-ass banded numbers (like the rest of the performers, except poor Michael Feinstein, who was woefully out of place, even with a pop-y big band/60’s type number).
All in all, a great show, even when 45,000 people tried to cram into the same Metro stop afterwards. 
Sunday was the March itself. Dr. Boyfriend and I walked the whole exhausting 4 blocks with the gay doctors group (with the lesbian contingent behind us chanting, “We’re here! We’re queer! Let us do your pap smear!”). Once we got to the Rally, we decided to skip it altogether and headed over to the Festival ($5 to get in), with food and vendors and way too many people for my tastes (and I did buy a t-shirt, got in some two-stepping, and saw a few friends I didn’t expect to see). Surprisingly, I was unimpressed with the overall prettiness of the crowd, even the Asian boys (perhaps Dr. Boyfriend is growing on me after all ;)), and I only saw one topless woman (others in our merry band claimed to see as many as 5). By 3:30 we were beat, so we went back to the Rally on the Mall, listened to a few speakers (including the president of the Unitarian Universalist Association, Rev. John Breuhens, my personal fav, and Clinton’s videotaped address), and we all left at 4:30, when I met the friends I drove down with. I got home around 9:30.
So, was it worth it? Eh, yeah, I guess, but it’s not my first choice for the way I ideally like to spend my weekends. The only thing that made it worth the trip, frankly, was getting to see Dr. Boyfriend (he’s still got 2 more weeks in Atlanta before he comes home). And boy did I get sunburned! I felt ill on Tuesday and actually had to take the day off.
And there was lots of talk about what we’ve accomplished (Vermont, etc.), but lots more talk about how the battle’s not over (ENDA, etc.). Was there one specific “goal” of the weekend? Well, no, but then again, when I think about it, I can’t think what specific thing we were ever concerned about before - it’s always been a review of what’s been accomplished, and a list of what still needs to be done. Was it over-commercialized? It certainly was more than it ever has been before, and paying $5 just to get in was a bummer, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before for just about any other cause, including local gay pride festivals. Still, the turn-out was fairly low - only 200,000, compared to '93’s 300,000+ - so I think it had an effect on people.
Anybody else go? Thoughts?
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