I know I’m hella late getting this post up but this past weekend my boyfriend and I attended our first NYC Pride parade. I guess it’s kinda pathetic that I’m going to be 34 this year and this is my first time but to be honest as my boyfriend has never shown much interest in going, it never seemed to be a big deal. I made an attempt years ago (before I met him) and missed the parade totally. This year the boyfriend expressed some interest in going so I was all for it.

A good friend of mine offered to let us stay at his place in Jersey City so we went up on Saturday and planned to go on the MuscleBear Cruise which was a cruise around Manhattan, with dinner and dancing. It was a good time, I got to dance with the boyfriend and drank a bit too much, we saw some wild stuff with the stripper and even had a romantic moment or two on deck. After the cruise, we went to XXL NYC and my boyfriend and my friends danced their asses off some more. We headed back to my friend’s place around 4am. I’ve not been out that late in forever.

Sunday morning, we woke up and after tinkering with my friend’s new iMac, which was more than fair payment for a place to stay, we headed to the city. We observed the Moment of Silence and then headed to Manatau for breakfast. We had a great breakfast and then headed down Christopher Street to find a spot to watch the parade. Lucky for us we found a nice shady spot and watched the parade. I have to say that I was not expecting the emotions I felt. Some stuff was wild and crazy and made me feel happy, some was deeply emotional, such as the lesbian couple walking with their adopted children, the mother and son walking with the PFLAG floats, the older gay couple who had a sign that read “together for 50 years” and the gay policemen/firemen and EMTs caused me to well up.

It was a good time and it was spent with good company. We took tons of pictures and I will put them up when I get the photo gallery section back up.

Thanks to Steve and Shawn and AJ and Craig for being such good company!