Pride weekend is upon us here in the Minni-Apple. I wish I had plans, but I don’t. It’s mostly going to pass much like any other weekend for me.
I was supposed to go to a piece kickoff BBQ on Friday after work, but the host came down with strep so that got cancelled. So I worked out instead.
The gym was dead, of course.
As I rode my to the gyms and home again, I passed a couple gay bars. Big tents set up, lots of folks drinking and carousing.
I suppose I could have stopped– but I’m really not a bar person. And even less of a stuffed to the gills bar person. And I guess I think pride should be about more than a hangover.
I may do the parade tomorrow. We’ll see. I’m not going to march with the chorus, although I could. I’ve marched in enough parades (and I hate doing it).
And even with Orlando and other events, I don’t really feel any fear in attending or going to the bars. Maybe I should at least do something (it feels somewhat important to do so).