It was hung vertically, with the colors representing trans and P.O.C. It wasn’t the usual rainbow flag, but a variation, the Progress Pride flag, that the designer Daniel Quasar created in 2018. When I did finally see a Pride flag, it was hanging from the eaves of the tidy craftsman home that the poet, critic and essayist Maggie Nelson shares with her partner, the artist and memoirist Harry Dodge, and their two children. In the light, the entire city seemed to be shrugging at me. Driving along Colorado Boulevard, I encountered only the confusing jumble of gentrification: mom-and-pop doughnut shops next to high-concept pet day cares. But here, in Southern California’s stupefying sunlight, there were, thankfully, no billboards equating the freedom to date whom you want to the freedom to order weed via an app. In the Bay Area, where I arrived from, rainbow flags, storefront decorations and clumsy attempts at inclusive marketing were ubiquitous. It was June when I arrived in Northeast Los Angeles, right in the middle of Pride Month, though there wasn’t much evidence of it. To hear more audio stories from publications like The New York Times, download Audm for iPhone or Android.
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