Pride Parade

Yesterday started DC's annual Pride Festival- which basically boils down to a weekend of flair, fairies, and fanny-shaking in a sea of promiscuity, alcohol and etc., and gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous men from the District and beyond.

The parade featured local organizations (most unique: Capital Area Rainbowlers ... love it!!!) and businesses which support gay causes/rights (or, at least, capitalize on the incredible revenue generated by boys who luuuuuuuv shopping). Freebies collected: condoms, T-shirt from Results (boy toy gym), beads, and a beachball from Whole Foods that said "fruits come in all shapes and sizes" ... hilarious ...

While the parade slowly snakes its way through Dupont and along 17th, the entire gay community turns out in droves to see the panorama of queens, kings, bears, twinks, hunks, cowboys (sadly no Mountain in sight), and of course, your average Joes, fly the rainbow colors and wave to an earnest crowd of couples, singles, old-timers, and young ones still brushing off the cobwebs of the closet. It is an entire world.

Jonathan and I were late to a performance for our chorus, so we were dressed in our formal attire (tux, black tie) and scurrying along the street to get a peek before we had to sing for a bunch of straight people in a non-Pride-related event (don't these breeders know we're busy this weekend?!?).

Loads of people in the parade whistled, people in the street hooted, and even a few individuals stopped to take photos of us (memo to me: attention-getting device in a crowd of tasty men, have tux dry-cleaned regularly).

Why all this attention?

"Oh my god that's fabulous!" one woman screamed. "Are you dressed for Pride? Are you two getting married???"

Ooohhhhhhh ................