As my newly found friends picked me up with lunch and fireball in hand, my body felt sour but my heart beat proudly. We found our way to 10th and Myrtle and set up camp for the Parade. I watched the streets full of people showing their pride and support making me happy to be apart of the gay community.
I sometimes hate the way we are portrayed, how people can see gay and think about the dirty underwear almost pornographic ads of David and other Fag Mags and discredit us or think that’s how we always are. It’s sad and unpleasing, because that is far from the truth. I want people to look at us and think no other, to not just think “Oh there’s Fun-Fabulous” or “Watch what you say they may have a crush on you”... Bullshit... I was born this way, I know it, just like you know if you like boys or girls... I didn’t choose this... because trust me I would much rather be a straight man and caring out a so called “normal” life where society welcomes you open handedly, then again if that was true, I wouldn’t be the one and only LoHo. But. seriously, I guess I just hate ignorance and stereotypes... specially when it comes to people because I am a person of values and morals, I know I am good, I know that life is so much more than what I do and who I love.
Pride to me is a way of showing love. That you are proud to love, straight, gay, whatever as long as you stand up and do it whole heartedly. And that is why I was proud today, because people of every race, age and size were lining the streets of Midtown and Piedmont park, showing curiosity, love and support. To me there is no greater feeling then love and being loved and if you get the chance to have it why should it matter with who.
Today:
Song: Lykke Li - Little Bit
Quote of the Day: "People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look and it's magic."
Fav Food Consumed Today: Jalapeno CornDog
Craving: Funnel Cake
Drinking: Fireball
Random Fact: Wanting to be straight, I once tried to have sex with a boy... I felt so morally wrong that I threw up before it could happen, grabbed my clothes and excused myself. That was the moment I knew, I would forever love women and to stop lying to myself.
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