For the conservative folks it was the damned parading on wheels … it was like that moment in the ten commandments where Charlton Heston comes down off the mountain and the Jews are all worshiping idols and fornicating all over the place .

There was one of those folks right there at the train stop. He held a bible aloft and denounced a few things here and there, the usual method for his type. He shouted at the queers and of course they all fed him exactly what his mental picture of a homosexual was. This only leaves him more resolute in his quest.  I wish they’d all give it up. It’s a dead end for both sides.

Getting to the parade path was work. We had to sneek around, cross some blocked streets, and duck some police tape. The event staff was much too nice. If someone went over the tape they could only say “please don’t do that”  “oh no…sir!” “gosh” You almost felt sorry for them and in the guilt, actually listened, until they turned their back.

Within the parade the vibe was good. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Lots of naked fat girls with pasties. Lots of loosely shrouded wieners. Lots of Asses. Lots of tan lines. Lots of politicians, drag queens. Lots of random weird handouts: Jersey Boys prophylactic matchbooks, spanking sticks, free hot dog coupons, Kathy Griffin faces, and more beads than one could ever whore themselves for. It was basically Mardi Gras – without the booze – done gay.

It started around 12pm and was still going well after I left at 3:30pm. Our group was too sun baked and hungry to stick around to the end so we headed to a place called the Pick Me Up cafe. It was by far the tastiest food I’ve tasted  in the hoods thus far. I overheard someone say it was the second largest Pride Parade in the United States or the world. I could believe it. It was definitely the gayest day of my life.