We all went to the gay pride parade in the city yesterday, despite the weather that ranged from damp to drizzly to steady rain. Yes, it rained on our parade 2 years in a row. It’s the first time in a few years that M has gone with us, and I was curious to see what the people in the parade who hand out assorted fliers and free stuff would decide to hand M.
Evidently he was correctly perceived as a young teen, because the ACLU thought he was too young to need condoms, while Frito-Lay thought he needed 6 bags of chips and snacks, which is about 3 or 4 more than they handed anyone else.
Meanwhile, I was handed a flier for a women’s over-40 event, despite the fact that I am clinging tenaciously to my under-40 status for several more months. Harumph.
E got a special item too: one woman in the parade walked over to give her a big flirtatious smile and hand her a gold-colored string of pride beads, saying she needed some gold to go with her silver and red beads. E was the only one of us who got flirted with all day. Of course, I was wearing a giant clear rain poncho over my raincoat and bag of stuff, and M was being a fidgety teenage boy, neither of which tends to attract much action.