The first Dallas Pride march was small, nervous, and loud. It was led by people who werent sure if theyd still have jobs on Monday, who held their partners hands for the first time in public, who marched because sitting still had cost them too much.
Fifty years later, Cedar Springs fills with 10,000 people on parade day. Some of those first marchers are still with us. Some arent. All of them built the ground we celebrate on.
This is their story. And ours.