Alki Beach Pride 2026

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Shobhit and I went to Alki Beach Pride yesterday. To say that this event is small-potatoes compared to other Pride events this year would be an understatement—certainly compared to World Pride, but even compared to other Seattle Pride events. To be fair, we're always there pretty early on in the day; it's possible things get more exciting, if nothing else then on the one main stage, later in the afternoon. The event lasts from noon to 8:00, after all. On the other hand, when the Capitol Hill Pride Festival happens during the same stretch of hours on the Saturday of Pride Weekend in June, Broadway is pretty packed within, like, half an hour.

Alki Beach Pride is not put on by the Seattle Pride organization, though; it's its own thing, which kind of makes it more like a smaller-town or regional Pride event. This makes sense, being out in West Seattle, which, while being part of Seattle proper, is on a peninsula and largely isolated from the rest of the city. I think a lot of people living out there feel like it's still kind of their own town. It also makes sense for them to hold this event in August every year rather than in June (although they are never consistent about which weekend in August they do it), because a beach Pride event in Seattle will never have as reliably nice weather as it will in August.

All that said, I think the stage entertainment, if nothing else, is likely to be a lot better much later in the afternoon, and I have a history of getting out there pretty early on in the day when I go. Shobhit and I got out there yesterday at about 1:45, having killed some time by shopping at Costco on the way. I didn't make it last year because it was on the same day I was returning from the Co+nvergence conference in the Twin Cities; but in 2024 we arrived just before 1:00; in 2023 at about a quarter after 1:00; and in 2022 at about a quarter after 3:00—but 2022 was the first year with events again after covid, and there was some confusion about whether we had even come on the right day of the weekend. There were only like two booths on the beach when we went that year, the first year I went.

Maybe next year I should aim to get there at, I don't know, 4:00 or 5:00 p.m.? I can't find any stage schedule online to confirm my theory, but we are only ever there strolling the booths along Alki Avenue for about an hour—that's precisely how long Shobhit and I were there yesterday—and that's maybe not quite long enough to give it the chance it needs. 

We did run into King County Executive Girmay Zahilay while we were there; Shobhit introduced himself as a constituent. There was also a couple of Seattle City Council members there; all of them were being introduced on the stage just as we were passing by again to leave. Shobhit kind of spun out a little bit after this, as he let it made him feel like a "loser," all these people who had won elected office after Shobhit lost in the City Council primary in 2023. There was a whole host of factors behind his not winning that primary, none of which had anything to do with his adequacy as a person (though some had to do with his qualifications and particularly experience at the time), but there was no use in bringing any of that up, so I didn't. He just kept saying things like "Fuck. Fuuuck" to himself in the car as we drove away.

Zahilay, incidentally, was taking pictures with with his family in front of the huge Pride "T❤️GETHER" sign as we passed it shortly after our arrival. I decided we could try and get our own picture on our way back, as it was taking too long to wait for others at this point. There was actually a perfect opportunity, with none at the sign, when I saw it walking back through the booths on the nearby street again, but Shobhit insisted on getting to the north end of the booths first. When we turned back to go get a photo of the sign, there was once again a bunch of people ahead of us getting photos. I didn't feel like waiting a long time, so I just settled for a fun photo of Cheer Seattle (who probably did a performance on the stage at some point) posting with it instead. 

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I did spend $125 while I was there, though: one of the first booths we stopped at, probably within the top 5, was for an organization called Stone Soup Crew, which feeds unhoused people on Capitol Hill. One of the two women at the booth told us this includes trans refugees, and she identified herself as a trans refugee (this term, I found, is not found on their website). They had lemonade and vegan cupcakes at their table, along with information on how to donate. The vegan cupcakes, made with Oreo cookies as their base at the bottom, were delicious, and apparently made homemade by the woman on the right behind the table. She didn't talk as much. I asked how to pay for the cupcakes, and the woman on the left said we could just take one. Shobhit and I took one to share, and I scanned the QR code that took me to their Venmo, but I figured I would look into how much to donate later.

But, as we were headed toward the south end of the line of vendor booths, Shobhit asked me if I had already donated, and I said no. I didn't know how much I should, but somewhat to my surprise, Shobhit suggested $125. This was because we had been told at the booth that this was how much it took to cover a week of their program. When we worked our way back again, we went back to their booth, and I showed the trans woman the Venmo transaction on my phone. "So I'm taking another cupcake!" I said, laughing.

The woman was very touched, though. She said, "You're beautiful" with her hand on her heart as we walked away—though that was not the first time she said that to us.

If nothing else, I suppose this just goes to show how effective having a booth or a presence at one of these events can be. Shobhit and I had never even heard of Stone Soup Crew, even though they do their work at Cal Anderson Park, which is only a few blocks from our condo. Not only do we know who they are now—and even know of a place to donate some clothes we don't need anymore—but we have them $125. Hopefully they got some donations from some other people too.

Anyway, Shobhit has now come to Alki Beach Pride with me three times; Laney twice. This makes four times total that I have gone; apparently it was an annual event even before the pandemic, but I never heard of it until 2022. I had made plans to make this a Happy Hour with Laney, which would have resulted in us hanging out on the beach for at least a while, as we had in both 2023 and 2024. But, due to Laney's back pain issues, which it sounds like are improving but very slowly, all planned social engagements with her are on indefinite hold. Maybe next year? I should make actual notes about this in my calendar for next year: hang out on the beach! Go over later in the day! 

This does finally mark the final Pride event in Seattle for the year, finishing up the Seattle Pride 2026 photo albums collection with 11 albums, tying with the record made in 2024. (I only managed 10 last year.) The random extra thing that got me to that number this year was the World-Cup "Pride Match," which barely qualified as a Pride event, but it did; all the other 10 have occurred before, which probably means that for a while at least, as long as no scheduling conflicts prevent me from making it to any, I'll have 10 Pride albums each year by default. 

I guess it's safe to say that Pride Season is officially over. I mean, Seattle Pride was basically confined to June, and especially its last weekend; after that it was Tacoma Pride in July and Alki Beach Pride in August—but also the many World Pride events we just went to in Amsterdam. We won't do World Pride again until 2028, which we learned at the World Pride March when speaking to one of its organizers will happen in October and not February as originally expected. World Pride usually coincides with the host city's usual annual Pride events, but we were told the weather is more reliably nice for international travelers in October than in February. I just looked this up on Wikipedia, and the average high in February in Cape Town is 82.9°, and the average high in October is 72°. So, I'm kind of baffled by this, unless maybe they think it'll be too hot for international travelers in February? (Which, south of the equator, is spring—and Cape Town's latitude south of the equator is comparable to that of Los Angeles north of it. 

Aha! I found some new information: I guess it's less to do with the weather, and more to do with aligning with South African queer history: the first-ever Pride March in South Africa, which actually occurred in Johannesburg, was in October 1990. 

It will be interesting to see how this necessarily makes World Pride Cape Town differ from other World Pride events, though. At every other World Pride event we've been to, the World Pride Parade was that city's regularly scheduled annual Pride Parade. Will World Pride Cape Town not have a parade, then, since they'll have already had their local Pride Parade in February? That would be my suspicion. I don't know how that GayTravel4u website has World Pride 2028 scheduling information not yet posted to the World Pride Cape Town website, at least as it currently exists, but I suppose I should take it with a grain of salt; still, that lists only a World Pride March, and not a parade. But, it does have a bunch of other stuff, like parties, the expected World Pride Village, and more. 

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Tacoma Pride Festival 2026

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Yesterday was the second-to-last local Pride event for the year: the Tacoma Pride Festival! This now makes the fourth year in a row that I have gone, and the third year I have kept up a tradition with Tracy, who brought her sister and their cousin in 2024, but came just by herself last year and this year. Cindy, her sister, apparently had this year's festival marked on her calendar but wound up taking a work shift instead.

I suppose I might more accurately call this a "regional" Pride event, given that it was in Tacoma and not Seattle. But, Tacoma is like 30 miles from Seattle—specifically, Wright Park is 35 miles from 4th & Union in downtown Seattle, where Laney and Ivan and I (and Shobhit, very briefly) watched the Seattle Pride Parade. Tacoma doesn't do a parade; they just do a festival—and, among the four times I have now gone, two were in downtown Tacoma and two were at Wright Park, a quick light rail ride from a few blocks from there. Tracy noted yesterday that it had "a more farmers market feel" downtown, which was fairly accurate. Plus downtown had far less shade. I do think Wright Park is a much better spot for it, with tons of vendor booths along both sides of the main footpaths, and plenty of picnic tables and grassy areas between large, shading trees.

It's lovely. And it's also, honestly, a little same-y. I'm glad to go every year, but it doesn't seem to have the same kind of variety year to year as Seattle Pride does—which is saying something, because Seattle Pride has far less of it year to year as it used to. But, Tacoma Pride is clearly very popular for local Tacomans, many of whom I presume do not bother going all the way to Seattle for Pride at the end of June. I did have to hold myself back from cracking up audibly when Tracy and I were waiting for the light rail back to downtown, and a large, middle-aged woman sitting on a bench said, "This is so much better than Seattle Pride!" She then added, "There's just one nice stage, it's not too loud. Seattle is so loud I can't hear myself think!"

Okay, lady. Maybe do better at finding a place from which to watch the parade, or to move through PrideFest at Seattle Center? It's not super loud everywhere. To be fair, I'm in a hugely privileged position now, since we were able to watch the parade in Seattle from the comfort of the PCC Central Office kitchen. I have a feeling I'll be watching from there for many years to come, as long as the office is still located there.

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Just as we did last year, Tracy and I made plans to meet up at 1:00—knowing this year to meet at Wright Park and not downtown. I scheduled my itinerary so that I would reach the park via Tacoma's light rail T line at 1:06, figuring Tracy would arrive after that. I was certainly right, because she got so delayed, between spilling onto her outfit and then dealing with multiple construction reroutes, that she didn't get there until about 1:50. And I had gone down to 9th & Stewart to catch the Sound Transit #594 bus to Tacoma at 11:45. That bus got delayed several minutes due to a wheelchair user needing to use the side-entrance lifts that takes some time to do, but in the end all it meant was I barely caught the connecting light rail train in downtown Tacoma, which was on time, rather than wait the 10 minutes the original itinerary indicated. I actually did reach the park station right at 1:06.

I killed some time first by finding a spot in the park to sit in the grass and apply some sunblock. I'm very glad I did. In spite of the shade available, I might still have gotten sunburned otherwise. I then wandered some of the booths while waiting for Tracy. Lots of them sell fun earrings anymore, but the offerings tend to be the same and I'm waiting for something to jump out at me saying I must have it. I don't need to be buying earrings willy-nilly. It would be fun if I could find some cool ones at any of the Pride Markets in Amsterdam, though.

Anyway, Tracy eventually arrived, and one of the first things she told me was that she opted not to wear her wainbow straw had because it made her look like "an auntie." I hate to break it to her, but between her black and white checkered, long skirt; the glasses she's apparently having to wear because of allergies; and her short-cropped, curly haircut, she already looked like "an auntie." The Doja Cat T-shirt she wore to tie the outfit together did little to change that. I didn't tell her any of this.

We basically went through the festival the same as we did last year: strolling through all of the booths, stopping here and there; then sitting a while to watch the entertainment on the main stage. At the time we did this, mostly between 3:00 and 3:30, the performances were all local drag queens—and one drag king—doing lip sync numbers (though the drag king actually sang). After that a DJ got onstage and just played dance music for a while. I said I was going to lay down for a while, and Tracy did the same; we lay on the grass next to each other for a pretty good while, actually.

That was kind of all there was too it, and a bt after 4:00 we were both talking about how hungry we were getting, and we agreed that, like last year, we'd be better off finding a place to eat downtown that at one of the food trucks in the park. This year we went to a place called The Matador, a clearly very popular Mexican restaurant but at least we got seated immediately. We both got nachos, just like we both had last year at The Office; the difference was this year I was able to add Beyond ground (veggie) meat to mine, and it was on the Happy Hour menu. I had no idea it would be so huge, though; we could easily have split one plate, but this way Tracy could get regular meat and sour cream on hers. I also had a watermelon margarita that was quite good.

When we were about ready to finish, our waiter, who was straight, asked us if we had plans to "party" that evening. I laughed and said, "No, we don't party. We're just going home." He said it had gotten pretty "wild" there not that much earlier than when we were there, with a party having gotten so drunk and rowdy that they were asked to leave. It was pretty chill the whole time we were there, though.

Anyway, Tracy and I walked together down to Commerce Street where I could wait for the #594 bus and, a block further south, she could wait for a light rail train to take her back to where she had parked at Tacoma Dome Station. My bus was delayed 8 minutes and drove up literally right behind the train Tracy was to get on. That was around 6:20 maybe, and I read my library book for part of the bus ride back to downtown Seattle. I decided to get off on 4th Avenue instead of going all the way to Howell and walking the rest of the way, because a #10 was coming in just a few minutes and I went to catch that. There was a World Cup game watch party happening at Westlake Park as I got off the bus and there was a huge cheer from the crowd, I think maybe when Argentina won?

It was just a few minutes before 7:00 when I got home. Shobhit was sleep on the couch and didn't even wake up when I came in. I was in the bedroom when he texted me, How far? which cracked me up.

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