On Saturday, Mrs. Fruit and I set up and staffed our church's booth at our local PrideFest. Her brother, also gay, and visiting from Boston, helped us. My chief memory of long-ago Prides, back in the olden days, is of buff men roller-blading in thongs (and nothing else). In those days, there was an abundance of AIDS-related booths during a time when an entire generation was dropping dead from the fatal, un-treatable infection. I don't remember ever seeing straight people, children or churches (with the exception of the LGBT Metropolitan Community Church). Prides are different now. Along with progressive churches such as Unity and Unitarian Universalists, there were a handful of mainline faith communities and at least one breakaway (the American Catholic Church of New England).
Many people passed our booth and thanked us for our presence. A number of men and transgendered male-to-females stopped by and told sad stories of being kicked out of congregations. One guy was superintendent of Sunday School at his church, and after divorcing his wife and coming out of the closet, was brought in by his pastor and told, "you're finished here." These men just poured out their stories to us and were obviously still pained by the cruelty of the institutional Church.
I don't know how many will find their way to the doors of our church. Many came from surrounding rural areas too far to consider attendance at our city Presbyterian church. I'm always hoping to recruit potential members, but I think it's enough to be there and be smiley and loving. Especially with the "religious" people screaming and holding signs that say "Homos going to Hell" outside the festival perimeter.