David Hawkins treks from Brooklyn to D.C. for the day to attend his first big national rally. But what he learned at the National Equality March will last a lifetime.
David Hawkins with Jesse Archer (left) after the bus ride.
October 11, 2009, marked the day I became an activist.
In the past I’ve volunteered my efforts and my professional talents to help organize LGBT benefits and events, I’ve marched in Brooklyn Pride with out lesbian New York City Council speaker Christine Quinn, and I’ve made it a point to stay up to snuff with politics, news, and happenings within the gay and lesbian community. As a whole, for a 24-year-old living in New York City, I prided myself on being a contributor to our “movement.” But what I learned and experienced this weekend at the National Equality March (my first national march or rally -- and first time in D.C.) changed all that.
One of my best friends Will, a gay news blogger, joined me Saturday morning to head from Brooklyn to D.C. by way of the fabulously appointed BoltBus (outlets and WiFi). I was feeling a little sluggish from my Friday night out and Will was groggy due to a nasty cold, but we put on our sunglasses, got coffee and sandwiches, and began the trek south.
Fellow journalist and around-town personality Jesse Archer, who was reporting for OurScene TV, and his husband were seated directly behind me. We chatted and shared our excitement for what was to occur the following day. Four hours and a couple of Facebook updates later we arrived in D.C. Jesse interviewed Will and me about what we expected, who we were excited to hear speak, and other tidbits, like if I was there to find a husband -- to which I responded, “I think I’ll be too busy marching for that civil right.”
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Justin, a friend from high school who is now living in D.C. and finishing up law school, was generous enough to offer his couch to Will and me for our two-night stay. After picking us up, we headed straight to Target (which was a pleasure just as is -- love Target) and I picked up poster board, Sharpies, construction paper, and some glue. Will and I spent some time on the bus thinking up clever sign ideas and we were eager to get cracking on them.

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