Rome sometimes suddenly smells of perfume. An intense and persistent aroma in the middle of the city blocked with traffic, waste and malfeasance. So Saturday at the Rome Pride Parade, an immense river of colorful, sweaty people danced, expressed and still struggled, but celebrating the new right to civil unions, like any other beautiful European capital. “We are 700,000,” a speaker announced, perhaps exaggerating tenfold, just a short walk from the Colosseum.
The Roman Gay Pride Parade has been organized in the capital for 22 years. This year was led by the official godmother Asia Argento — though obscured by a radiant Monica Cirinnà and the long lines of those who wanted to take a selfie with her — and for the first time, it was sponsored by a number of foreign embassies: British, German, Canadian, American, Australian.
The parade went through the streets and avenues, like a snake biting its tail, between Piazza della Repubblica and Piazza Venezia all afternoon. In the evening, it ended with the final event organized at the Gay Village, the historic symbol of Gay friendly music — all Roman Muccassassina, announced by one of the floats in the parade, the one topped by kissing lips on a black tent.