Dear Gay Pride Parade,
I love you.
I love the drag queen cheerleaders who shake their asses better than high school junior ever could.
I love the float that was supposed to be about gay fathers and how much they love their kids, but ended up looking like a giant cowboy having sex with a dog while flying a kite in the back of a wagon.
I love the Pink Riot Cops and the little girl who followed them in formation.
I love the hot lesbian firemen (who knew there were so many?!).
I love the homeless guy in the bandana who danced with the drag queen in the pocahontas getup all the way down the street until he was reminded that even when dressed like women, men still have the muscle mass of men. (he was the most agressive panhandler I've ever seen. We saw him sleeping on the lawn after all the dancing. A parade'll take a lot out of ya.).
I love the goths and their hearse and their baby-goth.
I love the kids doing karate and being cuter than should be freaking legal, holy shit they were cute. (he, standing on a ledge and looking down the street to what's coming up. "Oh Sonya, you're going to freak out on what's next. They're little and they're wearing matching outfits.")
I love the extremely freaky guy wearing the boy scout shirt with freaking SWEATPANTS AND SANDALS WITH SOCKS. He was in his thirties. It was uber freaky.
I love all the people in love.
Posted by Sonya at June 30, 2003 03:27 PM