SQUEE! Heh. I went to pride yesterday. I had fun. ^^

Before, I was sitting at home feeling strangely unexcited and being all unsure of myself and my sexuality, and being scared of what would happen if, after I came out to everybody as gay, I had to revoke that....... but, my friend calmed me down some. And then... I WENT TO PRIDE!!! Stopping at City Bakery for a cold hot chocolate that was very tasty yet insanely rich (as City Bakery hot chocolate tends to be... I LOVE THAT PLACE!) and made me slightly nauseous. But whatever. I was with a straight friend who I don't have all that much in common with any more, but I still can have a fun time with, usually. And she was having fun with the tons and tons of shirtless buff gay guys xD (And she was calling and teasing her best friend, who's totally boy crazy. Except she's been getting girl crushes and tending towards bi, and I've been talking to her about them... and I like her better than the girl I was with, I think, not to mention the fact that I had a crush on her a little while ago... But I'm pretty over it. And this is a strangely long parenthesis... Imma stop now.) But, yeah, it was funfunfun!!!! We (I) bought a pretty expensive pride flag that of course, started to fall apart that minute, and found a nice spot on the scaffolding at 5th and 17th, and watched the parade. I even went on top of a phone booth, I'm so proud of myself ^^ And there were........ many dancing men. In only tiny underpants. o.0 Yeahhhhh. It was creepy. Yet pretty. I just slid a little ways down the Kinsey scale. Ah well. There weren't nearly as many dancing scantily-clad women (I was very indignant), but there were a lot of hot butch girls, so I was still happy. Hehehe...... :D