Pictures of Pride Fest part II

I went to pride fest twice this year. Once for work, once for pleasure. The previous post about Motor City Pride was an attempt at a feature story for class about costumes and whatever. That's why its written so different.

I have a couple more pictures though.

Allan giving the finger.

This is my friend Allan. His giving the finger because the man behind him is standing on the pulpit and preaching about the sins of sexual deviance, about 60 feet from Hart Plaza where the big festival was being held. That person in the background holding the rainbow "fuck you" sign is protesting the religious protestor.

Protestception.



Actually, the man standing on the pulpit was probably my favorite part about that day. Some vendor was handing out kazoos at their booth, so in an effort to drown out the preacher with the megaphone, my friends and I stood valiantly in front of him, humming the most annoying tunes on our kazoos as loudly as we possibly could. It sounded a bit like an Indy race (which was also going on that day, about a mile from where we were).

These are my friends.

God, we're handsome. Allegedly, I'm the only gay one in this picture. That's me, the man with the beautiful blond hair, sitting behind the man with a beautiful bald head. I'm the one waving... and yawning... it looks like. Do you see me there? In the back? Oh here!

<----------- that one is me. This is a picture from last year, I was feeling much gayer than last year.



ALRIGHT LOOK

I'm gonna be honest, going back to pride fest the second day this year was a different experience for me, alright? When you go with your friends, that's one thing. Those guys and girls will always make me have a good time, even when I'm not totally comfortable. They make me happy to be who I am. They make it okay to wear rainbow body paint and dance like a faggot.

What happens when they weren't there? Well, the second day I took a bunch of pictures and interviewed random people who were dressed up. That was awesome. I also saw this one, legitmently very cute boy who was smoking a cigarette and watching the transexual dancers on stage (its a pretty good show). I watched him from a far for a while, but I made a plan. The next time he lit up a cigarette, I was going to walk over there and ask him to bum me one, and strike up a conversation. Sounded like a good plan, right?

Well, I kept on finding new people to interview, so while I'm trying to tail this kid, waiting for the chance to strike, I kept on losing him in the crowd. I'd talk to someone or pretend to be interested in a pamphlet or something in case he looked my way and caught me staring at him. He was short, and so damn slippery.

Anyway, after like 2 straight hours of continually losing sight of this gorgeous creature, and then randomly spotting him again, he STILL hadn't lit up another cigarette. Finally, I watched him answer his phone, and meet up with another tall blond haired boy. I assumed that this most be his boyfriend, and I realize that I literally had been staring at this kid from afar for the better part of 2 hours now, and was basically being a huge creep. So I left. I felt like a pussy bitch mother fucker, but I left.

Life.