I must be getting old… or perhaps just more jaded. This coming weekend is the DC Pride Festival, and I haven’t even decided if I’m going to go to the parade, the festival or any other events, much less think about getting my hair cut, going to the gym, or buying any new clothes in order to look my smartest for the occasion. I’m sure I probably will end up going downtown, if even just for the eye candy–though sometimes that ends up making me even more depressed–but I don’t feel any particular excitement or anticipation about Pride this year.
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I can’t remember the last time I went to a Pride event (other than the parade, which went right by my house.). Those events just seem to reinforce feelings of lonliness – it’s boring and obvious when you go alone; and the ubiquitous gay body image nazis – even if I had rock hard abs, I wouldn’t be wandering around Pennsylvania Avenue shirtless and in short shorts. I put the standard rainbow flag out in front of my house just to be weird, but other than that, I’ll be spending my pride weekend being myself.
I hear ya. I figure I’ll at least check it out. Since I moved here (a few years ago), travel schedules seem to have conspired to keep me away during D.C.’s pride weekend, but this year it so happens I’m staying put and I have an out-of-town friend visiting, whom I can drag to the festivities. So we’ll see.
P.S. If the weather cooperates. Dang. It’s supposed to be storming like mad tomorrow.
Yes, I’ve been having much the same reaction as you, Gene. Someone today asked me if I were going to Pride, and my first thought was “If I want to feel old, ugly and alone, I don’t really have to go all the way downtown for the privilege”; fortunately, all I actually said was “Nope.”
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