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CONTEST: 4 VIP NYC Pride Packages

Filed By Ed Team | June 13, 2011 8:00 AM | comments

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MasterCard Worldwide actively supports the LGBT community and has always been a pioneer in LGBT-friendly workplaces. This week they're sponsoring a contest with four fantastic NYC Pride prize packages to help Projectors celebrate like a celebrity. mastercard-worldwide.gifUp for grabs are:

  • 4th Place: 2 tickets to Rapture
  • 3rd Place: 2 tickets to Pier Dance
  • 2nd Place: 2 VIP tickets to the NYC Pride Parade on Sat June 25 to watch the spectacle with Bilerico Project's co-founders, Bil Browning and Jerame Davis.
  • Grand Prize: 2 tickets to either Rapture or Pier Dance, a grand marshal spot riding in the parade in the backseat in a car sponsored by MasterCard, and a loaded $200 prepaid MasterCard.

How can you win? Just share what Pride means to you in the comments section of this post or on Twitter with the hashtag #sharemypride.

More details after the break.

  • This contest will end at midnight Pacific time on Wednesday, June 22. Winners will be announced on June 23.
  • Reviewing the entries will be 1 MasterCard judge, 1 Heritage of Pride judge and 1 local LGBT celebrity judge.
  • All of the judges will be Impartial and use objective criteria.
  • The most creative, the best articulated, and the most personal testimonial will be considered to win.
  • Transportation to NYC Pride is not provided.
  • Bilerico Project contributors and MasterCard Worldwide employees are not eligible to win.

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Pride to me means a time for the entire queer community to come together to celebrate who we are and what we have accomplished in the years. It is filled with feelings of glee, excitiement and being proud of who you are.

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Hmmm...you guys are going to be in NYC for Pride? I'm just an hour outside of Manhattan. Maybe we can do an NYC Pride Bilerico meetup?

Good idea. I can host a wine/cheese at my place. Upper West Side.

Just for the judges - neither Rebecca nor Father Tony are eligible to win a prize. They are both Bilerico contributors.

The only prize I'm looking for is finally getting to meet you guys in person! So how about it, Bil, Jer, NYC area contributors/Projectors, up for an NYC Pride meetup?

Pride means my being able to legally officiate at same-sex marriages in my home state of New York. That day may come soon.

As an LGBT ally, pride to me means that whenever I hear about states allowing gay marriage, or two people in love committing their lives to each other in front of friends and family, I am proud to be witness to some awesome changes going on in this country.

We celebrate Pride for those who can't.

Pride to me is the knowledge I am finally comfortable with myself in life and happily being who I am. Pride is my thanks and admiration to all those who have laid the groundwork for me being able to be free to express myself and feel secure in the knowledge it's ok. Finally pride is my joy and excitement of someone else who gets to be who they are whether I helped them along the way or not.

Pride to me begins with each of us and like the proverbial snowball rolling down hill grows as each of us gathers strength from each other. We all matter and in that we have Pride!

Pride is knowing that I can walk down the street holding my lady's hand and that we are both in a place where it is safe to do that, which isn't always or even often the case. Pride is wanting the entire world to be that safe place, and fighting to make it so.

Pride to me means being happy with who you are as a queer individual and also celebrating the strides that others have made on our behalf

Dieter M. | June 14, 2011 9:41 PM

Pride to me means being comfortable with who you are. I am proud of who I am. I wrote my feelings of pride in the following letter.
You were the lady in the grocery store parking lot last Thursday.You were just about to your car and you dropped one of your bags of groceries that spilled all over. I ran over to help you pick up all your items. I noticed you had a bumper sticker on your car. It said: Marriage = 1 Man + 1 Woman. After I finished helping you load all of your items into your car, you thanked me and said: Thank you young man, what a kind thing to do. Most people are not so considerate.
You did not know that I am gay.

You were the man in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant by my house on Saturday. Your hood was up, and you were looking around as if you needed help. 2 teenage boys on their bikes were riding around the parking lot making comments about your "cheap car" breaking down. You yelled at them: "shut up fags."I pulled my car up next to yours and asked if you needed a battery jump.You did, and I obliged. After your car was running again, you said:"Thanks dude..you just saved me a whole lot of hassle..no one else bothered to help me."
You did not know that I am gay.

You were the young lady in the cell phone store on Monday. You had your daughter with you. I am guessing she was about 5 or 6. outside the store, 2 men walked by the window. They were holding hands, and pushing a baby stroller. You looked at the clerk behind the counter and in the most disapproving tone you could muster, proclaimed: "ughh..gay people around kids is just disgusting.I would NEVER let my kid around that kind of people."
While you were busy voicing your disapproval, your daughter walked out of the store, a mere few feet from a main and busy street. I left the store to get your daughter, and bring her back inside to you.You got a little tear in your eye, and emphatically thanked me for protecting your daughter from harm.
You did not know that I am gay.

Besides the fact that I am gay, do you want to know what ELSE you did not know?
The fact is that every night in the privacy of my home, I am forced to wonder why so many people think that I am such a "considerate", "thoughtful", "helpful" person when they see me in the context of just living my every day life to the best of my ability, being a good person, and being kind to others and treating everyone I meet with respect.
And yet, without knowing, each of you were hurting me in return for my kindness. Voting to make it illegal to marry the person I love. Yelling gay slurs meant to harrass or belittle someone.Assuming that gay people must all be bad, and that there must be something wrong with them, and incapable of being positive role models for children.

Well all of the above incidents actually did occur. You all accepted my help. You all thanked me.You all thought I was a good person.And after I left you, you went back to your bumper stickers, your name calling, and your assumptions about what all gay people must be like.
I am a gay man. I was in fact born this way, and make no apologies for it. All I ask is that you stop sometimes and think about your actions when dealing with other people around you.

Your actions have consequences, whether or not they are visible to you, and maybe next time you are in need of help, you may not receive it. All because you made assumptions about a group of people, or an individual, based on stereotypes or ignorance or fear.
There are many things about people that are not always so apparent at first glance.
So be kind to everyone. The next person to cross paths with you,might be a person that you will miss out on a great opportunity to share lifes experiences with. All because you made an assumption about a person who has many good qualities.Please be careful what you say or do to other people around you. It would be a shame to miss out on something wonderful.
All because "you did not know."

Ted Hayes Ted Hayes | June 15, 2011 8:37 AM

And the winner is? Dieter M., by a long shot!

Back on March 11th of this year, I was the victim of a violent assault on the block of the LGBT Center in the West Village that left me having to have reconstructive facial surgery. For me, Pride this year has a special significance. First and foremost, it will allow me to be able to march the street free from fear of violence. But it also means being able to celebrate and honor both my own resiliency and the resiliency of so many other queer voices--past and present--who been fearless to march in the streets and better the life of LGBTQ individuals everywhere.

'Tis up to Bil if'n I am eligible, but I thought I would take the time to share what I see Pride as about (and, yes, maybe win a trip to NYC).

To me, Pride is a time when those of us who are Gay or Trans, Lesbian or Bisexual, Straight or Bent, Pale of skin or dark, wealthy or poor, set forth from our homes early in the morning and show ourselves off to the world.

In all our difference, in all our sameness, in all our "fabulous infamy". For me it is a chance to step away from being the fabled Dyss, an opportunity to not have to engage in the practical dance of trying to win access to right which we already have.

It is the moment when the infinite variety of expressions and lives lived meets the infinite sacrifices of the lives lost and the wounds suffered. I do not forget that the parades of people passing by in their suits and ties, their stockings and garters, their leather and skin, are able to do so now because of the efforts of so many before us, and I see Pride as being a bridge through time to the enflamed passions of the Stonewall Riots.

It is a time for me to celebrate all that we have done, and all that we do, not merely all that we are.

And of that, I am most deeply proud.

All we ever seem to hear from LGBT groups and leaders is how we are not equal, but that isn’t the truth. We are all equal. Every man, woman and child in this country is equal. Our Declaration of Independence made this abundantly clear; our Constitution’s 14th Amendment reaffirms this belief by guaranteeing “equal protection of the laws”. We are all equal. The problem in this country is that we aren’t treated as such.

This fight for equal treatment often reminds me of family members fighting over an inheritance. Mom or Dad may have left behind a fortune to be equally divided among their children, but sometimes one of them feels they deserve more than the others. I can’t imagine that the men and women that founded this country would have envisioned a world where the “American Dream” was only available to some, less to others, and none to the rest. If this was the case, then our country was founded on a lie, and I have to believe our ancestors were greater than that.

I’m no fool and I know that in your day-to-day lives many of you suffer physically, mentally, and economically because of your gender identity or sexual orientation. You were given a gift – a birthright – by your creator that made you equal to every other human being, but our government refuses to allow you to enjoy the rights and responsibilities that come with that gift.

That’s what our Pride celebrations are for. Anyone that wants to participate is welcome, as long it is done in the spirit of acceptance and kindness. For a brief period of time you will be able to gather with the rest of your community and experience equality. You can hold the hand of the person that you love without intimidation, you can embrace a friend without being jeered or assaulted, you can feel safe and comfortable knowing that all those around you accept you for who you are and pass no judgement upon you.

Know that for a short time, that sensation you felt is what most Americans get to feel everyday while you have to wait another year to experience equality.

Pride means honor for me:

1) HONORING those before me who have paved the way for me to be who I am and do the activism I can do today

2) HONORING those who have fallen for being who they are

3) HONORING those who may not have the ability or resources to celebrate Pride Month.

4) And lastly, in hopes to have the honor of full equality, or for those less fond of assimilation, full respect to live how I am with residual fear of harassment and systematic discrimination.

I'm a late bloomer. I had been married for a dozen years before I finally in some deep secret place acknowledged that I am a gay man. That admission had consequences because I am also an ordained Presbyterian minister--a long time before the language blocking gay folks from ordination was to be removed.
Oh, I've been involved in a gay pride parade several times before. The first time I was wearing about the most anonymous gray outfit on with sunglasses--even though it was a pitch-black night. I couldn't take my eyes off a gorgeous man gyrating on a pole: it was a bar float. Apparently my attention attracted him because he took some beads, covered them with kisses and threw them so that they hooked on my sunglasses. I was embarrassed and affirmed all at the same time. I left as quickly as I could, getting dozens of hugs before I could reach the safety of my car.
Another time I was a part of the parade, riding in a vintage Plymouth Valiant convertible. At first I was kinda hunched down between others sitting in the back seat. Someone who was sitting on top of the convertible top had her legs draped over my arms. One would have to look real close to realize it was me. Then I got a 'what the hell' feeling and gently placed her legs to one side so that I could stand and throw leaflets and beads and rainbow crosses. When we reached the VIP area, the announcer made quite a big deal about Presbyterians and church folks being a part of the parade. I remember making a deep theatrical bow--that drew even more applause.
But to the present--I've come a long way. I resigned my church situation because it was becoming untenable to lead a double life:my health was at risk. Even so I was scared that I would get outed. My wife had been my 'beard' until she died and beyond. Then half a dozen years later I made a giant step forward. The presbytery was debating GLBT ordination--prompted to do so by an overture General Assembly passed, but would need the approval of 50%+1 of the presbyteries. I volunteered to be the point speaker for our side in the event, pointing out the god-given gifts for ministry I'd been given and had shown themselves loud and clear over my ministry since June of 1973. I hammered home the theme that "It is God who gives gifts and to deny them to GLBT folk would be denying the sovereignty of God."
Being able to be a part of the major gay pride parade would give me a chance to proclaim I'm gay, God has given me gifts of ministry and I don't have to be closeted anymore, but can be a full part of the Presbyterian branch of the Body of Christ.

What is “pride”? Beyond dignity or the feeling of deep satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, pride for me is knowing that first and foremost, I accept myself for my unique qualities; for who I am each and every day. This June, I’m appreciative for the forefathers and historians of the LGBTQ movement, and the mentors in my life who guided me from the awkward “am I or am I not weird?” to the “I. Am. Gay!” moments. And for the peers who view me not by my sexual orientation, but instead, as an outstanding individual or colleague.

Lastly, I’m exceptionally proud to be gay when I was asked by my agency to educate the staff on how we can make our workplace more LGBTQ friendly and to be THAT resource. Because, it validated my efforts to educate myself on what others are doing to make this world a safer, better place for the struggling LGBTQ youth/young adult/adults who are coming to terms with the “am I or am I not weird?” questions. So, what does Pride mean to me? It’s our community’s time to show everyone that we celebrate who we are, what we can and will achieve, and will do ever so fabulously.

Pride shows the world that I will never apologize for being me but rather that I celebrate myself and my queer community.