Now that I'm more awake than when I typed my last entry (after three hours of sleep and marching downtown), I can more rationally explain things.
Ok. Well, since I went stag, I kind of wished I had someone nearby to share my observations with. Like the line dancing float. My ex, Evil Kris, would have loved it. I had this random flash of us dancing to "Indian Outlaw" when the float passed by. Or how Doug would have reacted to the bears. Or Mike, circa high school, seeing that there are others like us, a strong community made up of just about everything you can imagine. How much we both could have used that in 1987. Even without a date, even with the usual bitchyness of GLBT politics, I couldn't help but feel like I was part of something bigger than myself. And it was fun. Hell, I ran into my Freshman English teacher from High School at the entrance to the festival. I had wanted to talk to her for a while now, since she came out a few years after I graduated. It's nice to know that even in my hickville hometown, someone is there to watch over the gay ones now. Even with the Fred Phelps's of this world, its nice to know that we are gaining visibility to a point where no one needs to live in fear of being the only one who feels different. and yes, dysfunctional though we may be, WE ARE FAMILY!