Don't Rain on My Gay Parade
I am so sunburned. I failed to realize exactly how sunny it was when I embarked on my adventure into Loring Park for the Pride Parade. I'm a little sore but happy to have color on my skin. The parade was fantastic...here are some pics!
Mmmmm....Rugby players....
Silly Wabbit! Dicks are not just for chicks!
Hey, can I come into the hot tub too?
Them gays can even style horse hair!
It's the Gay Revolution!
Lesbians on Stilts!
HOoray! Go Team Gay!
I don't but I know someone who does!
Damn! Why can't they make straight men look like this!?
If straight men looked like this I wouldn't need to go to gay parades to see a lil' eye candy!
I've got one thing to say. God bless PFLAG and all it's members. Being homosexual is not easy. Nor is it a choice. It's nothing your mother did wrong during her pregnancy. It wasn't because you were molested by your priest. It's fucking biology people! I couldn't imagine being gay and buying a house and worrying about what the neighbors would think. Or coming out to your family. It's extra stress. I applaud the members of PFLAG for having the courage to admit they have a gay child, family member or friend and basically throw a big "fuck you" to all the bigots out there! It's not easy for our parents generation to do that. Homosexuality was not very accepted obviously. Fortunately it's better now but still not 100%.
My favorites were the familys with the big signs that said "We Love Our Lesbian Daughter!", There was a japenese family, the parents looked to be in there 70's with their gay family member. There was a family where the mom was wearing a shirt that said simply "mom", Dad was wearing the dad shirt, the son was wearing "gay son". There was a man with a sign saying "I'm a gay physician". It makes me happy that people can have the freedom to do this. I only hope that things get better for them in the future.
Cows are Gay!
...And here comes my favorite!
I've always wanted to be a burlesque dancer. I just don't know how to go about it.
Gays for BestBuy!
Hawt Dawg!
After the parade we went to explore some of the booths. I was perusing a booth with some colorful political T Shirts. There were some shirts that said something to the effect of "resist the occupation"....or something. I wasn't sure what they meant so I asked the person working the booth..."What is the occupation?" And she said "Ummm....Uhhh....well we want wherever the troops are occupying to leave....". Where are the troops? I asked. "Ummm...Well Iraq and Guantanamo and Yugoslavia" She tells me. I just nodded my head and walked away. Little does she know, Yugoslavia has not existed since 4 February 2003. Let's get something clear. I have no problem with activists. We have a beautiful thing in this country called freedom. This is why I wanted to serve in the military. I wanted to make sure my freedoms stayed...well...free. So to me activists are great. I may not agree with their cause but I am glad that they are using their freedoms and not taking them for granted. What I do have a problem with is an activist that does not know what the hell her point is that she is trying to prove. An activists job is to educate the masses and promote awareness to their particular cause. This girl was not expecting anybody to question the T shirts, pins and bumper stickers she was trying to sell. My opinion is these people are a bunch of damn sheep. Are people just going around with bumper stickers and wearing t-shirts while not actually knowing what they mean? Yes! Look, If I'm gonna where a Tshirt with some vague political statement on it, I want to know exactly what it means. Because people will ask. This political propaganda is meant to be a conversation peice. So when I wear something like that I want to be prepared to defend it.
Holly and I walked back to my place. My stress fracture returned and I sat on the couch with my foot elevated and a frozen bag of meat balls resting on top. The rest of my day was quite mellow. I went grocery shopping, watched some good Sunday night TV. Of course my mom called me during the 10 O' Clock news because they found a young womans body in Lake Calhoun. She needed to make sure it wasn't me. My mom is convinced I'm gonna get murdered. I told her it would be impossible considering every time I leave to go somewhere my herd o' friends are with me. Unfortunately I'm never alone. But at least I won't get murdered I guess.
I really wanted to meet Liz at Grumpy's for Karoake last night but I was sleepy from all the fresh air, sunburn and TV watching. Kinda sucks because I miss my friends. I have not been going out much because I am on a finance diet. But things will get better soon. I just know it.
Mmmmm....Rugby players....
Silly Wabbit! Dicks are not just for chicks!
Hey, can I come into the hot tub too?
Them gays can even style horse hair!
It's the Gay Revolution!
Lesbians on Stilts!
HOoray! Go Team Gay!
I don't but I know someone who does!
Damn! Why can't they make straight men look like this!?
If straight men looked like this I wouldn't need to go to gay parades to see a lil' eye candy!
I've got one thing to say. God bless PFLAG and all it's members. Being homosexual is not easy. Nor is it a choice. It's nothing your mother did wrong during her pregnancy. It wasn't because you were molested by your priest. It's fucking biology people! I couldn't imagine being gay and buying a house and worrying about what the neighbors would think. Or coming out to your family. It's extra stress. I applaud the members of PFLAG for having the courage to admit they have a gay child, family member or friend and basically throw a big "fuck you" to all the bigots out there! It's not easy for our parents generation to do that. Homosexuality was not very accepted obviously. Fortunately it's better now but still not 100%.
My favorites were the familys with the big signs that said "We Love Our Lesbian Daughter!", There was a japenese family, the parents looked to be in there 70's with their gay family member. There was a family where the mom was wearing a shirt that said simply "mom", Dad was wearing the dad shirt, the son was wearing "gay son". There was a man with a sign saying "I'm a gay physician". It makes me happy that people can have the freedom to do this. I only hope that things get better for them in the future.
Cows are Gay!
...And here comes my favorite!
I've always wanted to be a burlesque dancer. I just don't know how to go about it.
Gays for BestBuy!
Hawt Dawg!
After the parade we went to explore some of the booths. I was perusing a booth with some colorful political T Shirts. There were some shirts that said something to the effect of "resist the occupation"....or something. I wasn't sure what they meant so I asked the person working the booth..."What is the occupation?" And she said "Ummm....Uhhh....well we want wherever the troops are occupying to leave....". Where are the troops? I asked. "Ummm...Well Iraq and Guantanamo and Yugoslavia" She tells me. I just nodded my head and walked away. Little does she know, Yugoslavia has not existed since 4 February 2003. Let's get something clear. I have no problem with activists. We have a beautiful thing in this country called freedom. This is why I wanted to serve in the military. I wanted to make sure my freedoms stayed...well...free. So to me activists are great. I may not agree with their cause but I am glad that they are using their freedoms and not taking them for granted. What I do have a problem with is an activist that does not know what the hell her point is that she is trying to prove. An activists job is to educate the masses and promote awareness to their particular cause. This girl was not expecting anybody to question the T shirts, pins and bumper stickers she was trying to sell. My opinion is these people are a bunch of damn sheep. Are people just going around with bumper stickers and wearing t-shirts while not actually knowing what they mean? Yes! Look, If I'm gonna where a Tshirt with some vague political statement on it, I want to know exactly what it means. Because people will ask. This political propaganda is meant to be a conversation peice. So when I wear something like that I want to be prepared to defend it.
Holly and I walked back to my place. My stress fracture returned and I sat on the couch with my foot elevated and a frozen bag of meat balls resting on top. The rest of my day was quite mellow. I went grocery shopping, watched some good Sunday night TV. Of course my mom called me during the 10 O' Clock news because they found a young womans body in Lake Calhoun. She needed to make sure it wasn't me. My mom is convinced I'm gonna get murdered. I told her it would be impossible considering every time I leave to go somewhere my herd o' friends are with me. Unfortunately I'm never alone. But at least I won't get murdered I guess.
I really wanted to meet Liz at Grumpy's for Karoake last night but I was sleepy from all the fresh air, sunburn and TV watching. Kinda sucks because I miss my friends. I have not been going out much because I am on a finance diet. But things will get better soon. I just know it.