Gay Pride 2017.

I went to my first gay pride when I was 18. I was with my cousin L. and with my dear friend A.

The parade took place in Rimini, my hometown; it wasn't huge, but it surely was big enough to leave me speechless. I was surrounded by colours and dancing bodies: I'd never felt so comfortable in the middle of a crowd.

I loved everything about it. The joy, the cheerful music, the feelings of belonging and acceptance… Even though it was the middle of the summer and it was incredibly hot, even though my feet were hurting and my throat felt a little bit raw from all the singing and screaming, I really didn't want it to end.