Ah… June. The annual opportunity for whiners to say to their gay brothers and sisters, “Stop dressing (or undressing) like that for the Parade! You know the media will focus on you. Then all the straight people will be scared and think we don’t deserve equal rights and blah blah blah…”
Spectators who are too stupid to have figured out where the media turns its cameras are too stupid to grasp the concept that “equal rights” is not the same as “special rights.” If a parade was 500 people calmly strolling along in business suits, the streets wouldn’t be lined with anyone, including the media, and it still wouldn’t make stupid and mean people strike their foreheads and exclaim, “Oh my gosh, yes! They are JUST LIKE US. Quick, let’s give them the right to marry and adopt children and leave their partners their worldly goods and not be fired or bashed or ostracized for who they are!”
It’s a parade. It’s a PRIDE parade. So if getting your sculpted body on a bar float, or wearing a wig that weighs more than a golden retriever, or pulling the leather out of the closet helps you feel proud of who you are and celebrate it, hooray!
And next time, dammit, throw me more beads because that bratty kid next to me who was there with his whole family–and I’m betting NONE of them were gay–was lunging for and snatching everything that came our way.