It was just about equality of human and civil rights for same sex attracted people. That was all.
To not be sacked for being discovered to be gay.
To not be in a hospital waiting room where your partner of x years was being treated, with no entitlement to information because your relationship has no meaning, and their family, who may be hostile, can come in and make decisions over you for your partner despite that you share a home.
To be able to recognise your partner of decades in your will and in legal rights so that if you die they're not left unprotected.
To NOT be seen as a pervert or a risk to kids or any less moral or socially appropriate than a straight person, or someone inherently evil.
We're talking mid 80s, not that long ago in the UK. And right now you can go to youtube and see awful, terrible films of sobbing men being hurled off buildings for the sin of loving another man.
It was not us who declared this was all about sexuality, meaning sex, meaning how far can we push the boundaries, and a lot of feather boas and rainbows while homophobes took over all the fun bits and the publicity and made it a celebration of look at me.
Where are the homosexuals who were marching 30 years ago and remember the actual battle for rights? Most of them wouldn't go to Pride now if you bloody paid them, and I'm one of them.