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Things about Pride, in no particular order and probably with zero coherency:
- Buttons! Buttons, buttons, buttons, buttons... mybuttons.
- I accidentally more than 24 hours. Is this bad?
- There was only one Trans booth, and it was tiny. This was deeply sadmaking.
- I accidentally ALL the dancing. This is good.
- I actually missed all but the last like ten seconds of the parade. Getting out the door is so very not my strong suit.
- I walked past the Free Hugs people three times before asking for a hug. I am now reminding myself that social anxiety is an actual mental illness which isn't nice-talk for "I'm an incredibly pathetic wimply lame-o."
- Everything was more expensive than I was expecting.
- No really, my new buttons. They are awesome.
- I am much better at keeping rhythm when there are no actual steps -- guess it's about multi-tasking more than the rhythm itself.
- Everyone I talked to at the festival was so incredibly nice!
- I don't think I got much of a sunburn, which is both a surprise and a welcome indication that applying fifty layers of sunblock actually has an effect.
- I am getting the hang of asking people to dance. And this is only like the third actual dance I've ever been to, so that's kind of deeply incredible.
- ALL the pamphlets. Way too many pieces of paper in my purse.
- I accidentally blood sugar. This is bad.
- Lots of booths for older queer groups. That was really awesome and fuzzy making.
- I THINK I MADE A FWIEND!!!!!!!! (Mind you, last time I was saying this communication fizzled out - on my end, because augh I am incapable of basic tasks like writing goddamn emails.)
- Grinding is not massively easier than other forms of dancing, but as it turns out, it is easier. I have a metaphor that'll sound lewd, but actually isn't. If you're the one behind, ride him like a horse; that is, glue your pelvis to his ass and then make like a cooked noodle from round about your thighs to round about your waist. (Note - this is made more difficult when his ass is several inches higher than your pelvis, but surprisingly possible even so.)
- No dental dams... what the fuck? I'm no longer even acquiring safe-sex supplies, but seriously, this was weird and off-putting.
- ;alsdkjf;asdkljf CROWDS I AM NOT COORDINATED IN THEM. I am either in people's way or trying desperately to get around/past people. It is stressful.
- ...I go to bed now. (I tell lies.) Happy Pride.