Yesterday was the Gay Pride March. Except the word "Gay" has been disappeared from it. Not even "LGBT" appears on the official logo. Even the rainbow flag has been subsumed into graphic design:
At least my t-shirt says 'Stonewall' on the front. T-Mobile's logo is the same size. Other corporate logos on the back. It probably says 'gay' somewhere down in the tiny type...
That text would be small on a laser-printed phone bill. Let-alone screen-printed cotton.
I smell Freudian Repression in the word gay being hidden back in the ol' closet.
Also-- same frumpy middle-class sense of 'propriety'... which is right-behind the veneer of radical progress... in all sorts of SJW-ism.
My girlfriend started Pride-Day before dawn-- she was working on a cosmetics company's street booth-- a bunch of make-up stations putting glitter & shit on faces. Her site got an early visit from volunteers in color-coded volunteer t-shirts. The volunteer forewarned her that saying "you guys" was incorrect, and the correct phrase is "you all". She called & told me that as I drank morning coffee, which soured the start of my day.
Hours later, I arrived at 30th & Park Ave... where my booze-company client was assigned to stage our marchers. Right away-- I saw a ragtag platoon of volunteer t-shirts. Oh man... I still feel grimy thinking of them. There was a 6-foot-5 tall rugged guy-- in Harley Quinn cosplay-- with a blonde wig and Daddy's Little Monster t-shirt, fishnets,... and a serious tuck hiding his man-parts behind a tight shiny unitard crotch-panel. Actually... he was alright. He didn't change his costume in favor of the cheap-authority of the official t-shirt. But the other ones looked like assisted-living-actual-retards. Especially this one... which I would describe as Barney the drunk from the Simpsons-- but a caveman version-- cartoon overbite also asymmetrical like a picasso painting-- not-fat... but still flabby/dull greasy hair/ fish-white-purple skin/ sparse-but-everywhere body-hair... especially down the inner-thighs to knees... pouring out of it's schoolgirl skirt. Danielle Muscato looks like Raquel Welch, in comparison.
But here's the good news: if you put on event with 3 million people... you lose the ability to micromanage whether they call it a 'parade' instead of a 'march'. You can't make them not-say 'you guys'. You can't make them do anything they don't want to-- which is just dress for a festive party and act loose. There was some anti-trump signage, but not much. Some black lives matter crap, but not much. SJWs have to keep their club small to enforce hardcore political correctness.
I didn't bother to tell those dumb bitches... the the Stonewall Riot was actually started by a straight white man who looked like Charles Manson... who was a member of the radical agitator group called Up Against The Wall Motherfucker. He threw the first bottle over the drag queens, at the cops... to incite the cops to charge. the Motherfuckers' credo was 'political consciousness comes from a cop's nightstick hitting your skull'.
Accelerationist Trolls, basically. Cunts.
One early sighting which made me do a doubletake... was this time-traveller in actual combat boots & amish-looking dress & bonnet:
See the black/grey/white/& purple flag tucked into her collar? For a moment I thought, "Wait... is that the Polyamory flag?! Is she a renegade mormon marching for her sisterwives & masterhusband's right to a Traditional Lifestyle?!!"
Nope. She was with the Quaker group. They're proud of being all-inclusive. But... get this... her flag is the ASEXUALITY flag!
We spent hours stuck at our staging-area. I went to the drug store & bought a beer. Stood in line with a half-dozen FBI agents in cut-off shorts-- with handcuffs & guns & a logo which would make J. Edgar Hoover clutch his pearls with pride! Definitely the most fuckable group I saw.
The sun went down by the time my group actually started marching. We shrunk from over 250 people to maybe 50-- as people realized there was little benefit in waiting to march as a group... they could just wander-away & look-around, or start marching with whatever-group was already going.
The 2 & 1/2 mile walk was kinda fun. Our male dancers were gaylords. But our female ones were just healthy doublejointed sluts. Our celebrity was dressed like the statue of liberty-- which surely was intended to have some anti-trump immigration undertone. Parade watchers went genuinely-nuts when they saw our celeb-- I guess she made an impression on RuPaul's Drag Race.
I ducked wearing the orange shirt-- in favor of a tanktop with the booze company's logo. & some spanglish rainbow text apparently written by Beto O'Roarke. OUR VODKA ES SU VODKA. I guess they didn't get the memo about pronouns. What about the plural-pronoun-people? SUS VODKA, you bigots!!! Or polite-formal-gender-neutral: NEUSTRXS VODKA I looked like a classic type of seedy old gay dude... trucker cap, cut offs, tank top... I hoped it was gay-enough for me to leer at tits with no pokerface. Most of the exposed tits were awful, actually.
I guess I coulda put glitter & rainbow shit all over me... to look gay enough to shriek things like "GURL YOUR VAGINA SMELLS FIERCE!!!"
The parade route was a nice stroll thru place I've spent decades. I thought about friends dead from AIDS & years spent with a mostly-gay crew that danced in nightclubs. At least half the march-- I was focussed on making-sure inattentive people weren't crushed by the truck pulling our float. People would just stop for a selfie in the middle of the road, expecting the truck to slam on it's brakes & expecting the whole parade to wait for them to post the pic. Outrageous.