Went to my first Pride on Saturday
"You took the kids to a Pride festival?"
"Just a little one."
"What?"
"There wasn't anything indecent."
"Okay."
This is the part where I point out that my definition of "indecent" is very different than my mother's. I don't think she would've been particularly amused by the drag queens or the gay couples kissing and holding hands. I thought it was awesome. You never see gay couples out on the streets here, let alone drag queens. (One of whom had amazingly long legs and I had half a mind to walk up and tell her so.)
In my opinion, it was pretty tame. I was expecting tables overrun by dildos or something.
Overall, there wasn't much to it. There were about a dozen vendors, streaming music, dancing, and the occasional band. Still not bad. I was surprised they even had Pride at all in this conservative little slice of suburban hell known as the Antelope Valley. Still, there wasn't much to do after we'd gone by all the different booths and danced a bit. (I cut a rug with Dustin, my four year old. He knows how to get down.) But they could've at least had a snack stand. It was really hot out and some water would've been greatly appreciated.
I did learn two things though.
1- You can't walk up and hit on people with three little kids trailing around behind you.
2- Next to nobody brings kids to Pride. The only exceptions were a (single?) mother and her kids and a gay (male) couple and their tiny little baby. They smiled at me. It felt awesome.
It was also kinda nice to walk around in my "What're you looking at? You act like you've never seen a transsexual before." shirt without anyone gaping for once. One guy even came up and joked with me about it. (Somehow, I still tend to attract guys more than girls, what's up with that? I guess I need to be more confident around the ladies... but again, not really doable with the kids in tow.)
"Just a little one."
"What?"
"There wasn't anything indecent."
"Okay."
This is the part where I point out that my definition of "indecent" is very different than my mother's. I don't think she would've been particularly amused by the drag queens or the gay couples kissing and holding hands. I thought it was awesome. You never see gay couples out on the streets here, let alone drag queens. (One of whom had amazingly long legs and I had half a mind to walk up and tell her so.)
In my opinion, it was pretty tame. I was expecting tables overrun by dildos or something.
Overall, there wasn't much to it. There were about a dozen vendors, streaming music, dancing, and the occasional band. Still not bad. I was surprised they even had Pride at all in this conservative little slice of suburban hell known as the Antelope Valley. Still, there wasn't much to do after we'd gone by all the different booths and danced a bit. (I cut a rug with Dustin, my four year old. He knows how to get down.) But they could've at least had a snack stand. It was really hot out and some water would've been greatly appreciated.
I did learn two things though.
1- You can't walk up and hit on people with three little kids trailing around behind you.
2- Next to nobody brings kids to Pride. The only exceptions were a (single?) mother and her kids and a gay (male) couple and their tiny little baby. They smiled at me. It felt awesome.
It was also kinda nice to walk around in my "What're you looking at? You act like you've never seen a transsexual before." shirt without anyone gaping for once. One guy even came up and joked with me about it. (Somehow, I still tend to attract guys more than girls, what's up with that? I guess I need to be more confident around the ladies... but again, not really doable with the kids in tow.)