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I'm glad that i decided to hang with Jintie and Mena for their final Pride Party.
Normally, i like to be out amongst the riffraff in the streets, catching rainbow-colored schwag as it's tossed from the floats. But really, nowadays all of streets are barricaded, and if you dare to venture into the street to run up to a float as we used to (one legendary Pride, Hugo and Pentcho actually climbed onto a float and rode it for half a block before jumping off and rejoining us), there are Mounties that will literally run you down as they force you back onto the sidewalk.
So i didn't feel i was missing much, hanging out of the windows at the corner of Halsted and Belmont. Plus it was a perfect vantage point for taking pics. The only bummer was that we didn't catch any beads -- not for lack of trying, though. People threw them to us. It's just that they all threw like girls.
The Dykes on Bikes section is always a crowd-pleaser. Vroooom! Vrooooom!
I'm not sure why there was a turkey in a pilgrim hat, but it was one of the more strange things in a strange parade.
The Smelts are the gay swim league, and their theme was same-sex marriage.
I have a special place in my heart for the Puerto Rican people ever since i experienced the Puerto Rican Pride Parade last year. I was pleased to see that plenty of gays were representin' and were cheered on.
Okay, okay, so Holiday and i had split a bottle of Moet i was saving for my birthday but never got around to drinking til Pride. I also think there was something that had turned my tongue blue.
Cowpokes! Say, when's the Gay Rodeo, anyway? Did i miss it?
Cinderella flees the ball.
Aw, come on, Google. Let him on the bus. He had an adorable bum.
These kids put on a great show -- it was one of my favorite parts of the parade.
I like Miss Foozie now that Mintola has shared her touching tale with me.
I know. Scary, right?
  
Any chubby chasers in the crowd?
 
 
For some reason these Lotto ball gals cracked me up.
Cleopatra, where's your asp?
And i'll save this for the grand finale of Part I of my Pride pix. Three cheers for Sugartits Mary! | | |
| in.the.name.of.love.09 I'm glad that i decided to hang with Jintie and Mena for final Pride Party.Normally, i like to be out amongst the riffraff in the streets, catching rainbow-colored schwag as it's tossed from the floats. But really, nowadays all of streets are barricaded, and if you dare to venture into the street to run up to a float as we used to (one Pride Hugo and Pentcho actually climbed onto a float and rode it for half a block before jumping off and rejoining us), there are Mounties that will literally run you down as they force you back onto the sidewalk. So i didn't feel i was missing much, hanging out of the windows at the corner of Halsted and Belmont. Plus it was a perfect vantage point for taking pics. The only bummer was that we didn't catch any beads -- not for lack of trying, though. People threw them to us. It's just that they all threw like girls. The Dykes on Bikes section is always a crowd-pleaser. Vroooom! Vrooooom! I'm not sure why there was a turkey in a pilgrim hat, but it was one of the more strange things in a strange parade. The Smelts are the gay swim league, and their theme was same-sex marriage. I have a special place in my heart for the Puerto Rican people ever since i experienced the Puerto Rican Pride Parade last year. I was pleased to see that plenty of gays were representin' and were cheered on. Okay, okay, so Holiday and i had split a bottle of Moet i was saving for my birthday but just never got around to drinking til this day. I also think there was something that had turned my tongue blue. Cowpokes! Say, when's the Gay Rodeo, anyway? Did i miss it? Cinderella flees the ball. Aw, come on, Google. Let him on the bus. He had an adorable bum. These kids put on a great show -- it was one of my favorite parts of the parade. I like Miss Foozie now that Mintola has shared her touching tale with me. I know. Scary, right? Any chubby chasers in the crowd? For some reason these Lotto ball gals cracked me up. Cleopatra, where's your asp? And i'll save this for the grand finale of Part I of my Pride pix. Three cheers for Sugartits Mary! | | |
| dying.of.laughterI have always suspected it, but i think this makes it official: I'm a bad influence.
As many of you know, one of our silly reindeer games is playing dead. Apparently, not everyone thinks it's cute to wrap your head (LOOSELY!) in plastic and play Laura Palmer. But Duke and i do.
And, now, apparently, so do his parents and their friends. His darling quirky mother, Mema, sent us a bunch of shots of her and her old coworkers playing dead. Mwa ha ha! Spreading mischief and merriment makes me mirthful.
Here are a couple of the choice shots. In the first, Mema has choked upon a hairball. And i love how in the second, the whole gang got together for a massacre. Honestly, Duke's parents slay me.
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| for.shits.and.gigglesWould somebody please tell Marcus that someone shit on his front doorstep? Judging by the substantial size, it looks as if it was a very big dog, or, more likely, a human.
I'd hate for any Fag Fratboys to step in it!
I noticed it on my way from from the Andersonville Farmer's Market (bought some yummy Rainier cherries and watched this adorable trio, a dad playing banjo and his two kids on fiddles) and the Middle Eastern Bakery & Grocery (lots of delicious eats, as usual, served up with a smile from the beautiful woman who calls everyone, "my friend").
I dropped off the food and ran back to take a picture -- cuz that's what i do when i see a runny pile of poop on a doorstoop.
"Don't show it to me," David says. "I don't like to look at my own shit."
Of course, though, when i get back and ask, "Wanna see?" he says, "No...and by no, i mean, of course."
Brett and Duke, though, being proper ladies, closed their eyes and wouldn't look.
What will YOU do?
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