Tidbits From The Pride Parade
1) My daughter is a drag queen trapped in the body of a five year old. The level of admiration and adoration she had for them was adorable. She was eventually reduced to half-words, cut off by exclamations of joy: look at...ohhhh...she's beauti....oh! oh! look at her sparkly crown....ohhhhh. Gorgeou....oh! look at her! in the red! ohhhhhhh.
2) There are some people who simply should not be in a pride parade. Yes, that means you, Conservative Party, and you, Fathers for Justice. Back the fuck off. We know you're not here for gay family values. You ain't fooling no one.
3) I'm a great cheer-starter. What can I say, it's a talent.
2) There are some people who simply should not be in a pride parade. Yes, that means you, Conservative Party, and you, Fathers for Justice. Back the fuck off. We know you're not here for gay family values. You ain't fooling no one.
3) I'm a great cheer-starter. What can I say, it's a talent.
posted by Impulsivecompulsive | 10:21 AM
6 Comments:
Perception trumps style.
Hunh?
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Five year olds see beauty a little differently. For example, I see lots of awful sequins, a ton of makeup and great big hair. The kids sees a bee-yoo-tee-ful woman.
Ahhh, yes. Now I'm gettin ya.
Sorry, post-finals haze here.
I have a beer hangover.
vrvzzahh
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