P•R•I•D•E

It was the big homo pride this weekend here in the MinneApple. I guess it was ok— I didn’t do much for it.

I’m not a big Pride person; I find that it’s just an overwhelming amount of concentrated gayness. Like circuit parties and gay cruises and IML.

Not that I have anything against pride or gay cruises or anything, cuz I don’t. But these big gay events work much better when you have a group of friends with whom to hang out.

Being single and by yourself at Pride isn’t so much fun.

Here’s a selfie of me by myself at the parade. Yaaaay.

I wasn’t even going to do the parade, but I went to the gym in the morning and when I came out, the conga line of homoxules was cutting off my route home. So I stood and watched.

Then I went home and napped.

Sure there were events for Pride– barbecues at peoples homes (to which I wasn’t invited), parties at the bars (don’t like to drink alone), and of course The Park (teeming with too much gay).

And I “could” have marched in the parade with the chorus. But the only thing I dislike more than watching a parade is marching in one (see all my drum corps posts about that shit).

So mostly I just hunkered down and avoided the weekend festivities.

As someone put it to me, “Pride is like prom– if you don’t go you feel like you’re gonna miss something important, but if you do go you realize there’s nothing important to miss.”

I might add to that it sucks not getting invited but going stag sucks worse.