as much as i bitch about not being treated as a complete human being by society at large, i must say that i am really glad to have been born gay. i'll spare you all pictures from the i'm-too-sexy-for-my-shirt, testosterone-infused muscle bars after the parade, but here's some pics of our little block party. it's fun to be gay.
i almost missed santa as i was walking against the parade traffic. fortunately as i turned to cruise some hot guy i saw santa on back of the first float, turned the wrong way. typical gays, arranging the parade, um, half-assed backwards.
the master of ceremonies skating though the crowd with his date
his date found later, after the tree lighting
the parade (you'll have to excuse some of the pics as this camera doesn't shoot when i push the button, only when it wants to, it seems)
ok, everybody sing with me: it's gonna be an obama christmas without the old you
fun for the children of gay families and gay-friendly families
community support our lower incomed residents
oops, how'd that get in there
and entertainment provided by our local elementary school
they corrupted us with christmas carols but we advanced our agenda by having them sing a number from "rent". some of the carols had a distinctive disco beat, really very cute.
while i was listening to the kids, this grinch was complaining about every single thing in the world. the kids were off key, someone walked into his little dog, something else was wrong, i dunno, it was hard to follow all that
but aside from the one grinch everyone else seemed to have a great time
i loved the matching hohoho shirts
and you never know who you'll run into even among a few thousand strangers. santa's helper is the guy who sat in front of me in spanish class earlier this year
i don't know who these two are. seems they just met. it was a very friendly crowd
one of santa's twisted helpers
and of course it would never be a gay christmas without an xmas drag show
see, i told you, it's fun to be gay
gay holidays everyone