It’s late June.
We all know what that means.
It’s time for an oppressed segment of our population to flood out into the local streets to express their pride in being who/what they are, even if one of them happens to be the first elected leader of a major American city to wear comfortable shoes openly in public.
By running around in public dressed in a manner that would have gotten them arrested a few short years ago. What this has to do with pride in oneself escapes me, but it is apparently essential to this expression.
Essential to the “celebration” is showing fearlessness in couture choices.
Sassy!
There are those among the community who lament the current celebratory activities as simply an excuse for the local youths to get inebriated and/or baked to excess, whether they happened to be members of the “community” or not.
After all of these years, I am still clean and sober and I am here to report that last night’s parade was perhaps the most embarrassing and angriest night of my life as a gay person. Some 300,000 people thronged the streets of lower Westheimer Saturday night. Most were young straight and gay kids who were all pretty much messed up on drugs and/or alcohol like we used to be. Some things never change.
Drama Queen.
I find it outrageous that Bud Light was well represented at the front of the parade. Hooray for Bud Light, turning millions of gay people into alcoholics one light beer at a time. And I was outraged at the other corporate floats as well: Shell, BP, Chase, JP Morgan. Where is the community outrage? Shell and BP are apparently very gay friendly and had their gay minions marching with their floats. Have we lost our minds and forgotten that these two companies are destroying the planet?
You should all just giddyup on down there.
