Photo Credit: Roni Schutzer/FLASH90

The rainbow flags decorated the beach of Tel Aviv June 02, 2013, in anticipation of the upcoming “gay pride” parade.

I never understood the concept of gay pride. I was never proud of any of my own afflictions. I’ve battled them all my life, to the point where the battle itself is part of who I am. And I’ve learned a lot from my afflictions — after all, they were given me by God for a purpose. But pride?

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I don’t think I’ll ever march in a fat pride parade. Or in a straight pride parade for that matter.

Let’s face it, I’m just not the pridin’, paradin’ type a’ guy.

Then this Haredi guy comes along,  in his long coat and black yarmulke, just walking by, taking care of business on his cellphone.

The eye likes contrasted images. They don’t actually mean anything – but they’re not innocent.

When’s the Haredi pride parade? I’ll pay to see that one.

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Yori Yanover has been a working journalist since age 17, before he enlisted and worked for Ba'Machane Nachal. Since then he has worked for Israel Shelanu, the US supplement of Yedioth, JCN18.com, USAJewish.com, Lubavitch News Service, Arutz 7 (as DJ on the high seas), and the Grand Street News. He has published Dancing and Crying, a colorful and intimate portrait of the last two years in the life of the late Lubavitch Rebbe, (in Hebrew), and two fun books in English: The Cabalist's Daughter: A Novel of Practical Messianic Redemption, and How Would God REALLY Vote.
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