Yesterday was Toronto's big-ass annual Pride Parade. I was there. I took some pictures. They're even worse than last year's because I couldn't see anything that wasn't on a float (I am very short and easily lost in crowds) so I mainly just stuck my camera in the air, stood on my toes, and took pictures.
All in all, it was kind of a crappy day. Yes the sun was shining, weather was perfect, crowds in good spirits, but I was alone. Boo! Alone on Gay Christmas. What a fucking rip-off.
And why was I alone?
But she wouldn't lose me. I would still be there.
Unless I react exactly the same way, which is what usually happens. The lessons I learn writing blog posts don't always translate into real world changes.
Just one more thing to beat myself up about.
I always get choked up at Pride. It's one thing to line the streets, but marching in protest or celebration or both... that takes guts. Despite the primarily fun and frivolous atmosphere, I always cry on parade day.