Pride Parade

I went to the gay pride parade. I thought it’d be fun, especially with my friends. Though I think real change (with rights, beliefs, and all that jazz) takes place less in the physical and internally instead. Near the end of the parade, it started raining men. Somehow I ended up walking to my Jewish friend’s rabbi’s house as a tagalong. After a 40 minute or so walk barefoot in the pouring rain, we were drenched and dirty from playing in street puddles. We then went to a local pizza place with bad crust and very oily cheese where we paid in all ones and exact change. I think we looked like pitifully wet, gay (we were wearing tie dye for the pride parade), homeless teenagers. A friend familiar to the city landscape took us through the off-limits sketchy shortcut where a suspicious man spoke loudly to us from behind. Keep walking, don’t make eye contact (felt safer with 2 black belt friends). I finally reached my dormitory where I took a long, hot shower… so good. I later soaked my very pretty, but dirty, dress in color safe bleach alternative Tide overnight and the colors noticeably faded.

It’s always nice to tell the story behind the dress.