Sunday, June 26, 2005
PrideFest was actually a lot of fun. I haven't felt that relaxed, that calm, that... normal... in a really long time. I didn't feel like I stuck out, or was too "different".
Mom was with me, but that was okay. She had fun, too. We watched the parade, saw guys in leather... mom was kind of weirded out by people who had pierced body parts other than the ears (she saw a guy with his nipples pierced), but that was about the worst that happened. She was actually really talkative with lots of people...
And, the shock of all shockers... I ran into Amanda. Almost literally the first time, I don't think she recognized me. Then I said her name, and she stared at me as if thinking "Do I know you....?" and then it hit her. "Oh my god!" It was good to see her. I was... scared, not knowing where she was. I got angry, when I learned she had been... mistreated by her boyfriend, but then I felt a bit better when she told me what he ended up with. I'm scared I'm not going to see her again... but if this highly-unlikely-but-somehow-possible encounter happened, why not others?
Maybe we "won't have the chance to be something" as she told me once, but we can still be friends. And I want her to know that I still care, and feel, and that I'll still be here, no matter what happens or what people say. That she means as much to me as Rachael does.. And that I'll be there next year. (And I'm also planning on going on the AIDS Walk.)
I got a few pride items. Mom bought me a black shirt that says PrideFest on it in rainbow-colored letters, and we managed to get two little rainbow flags, and I have a brown rubber bracelet thing that says "Stoli PrideFest 2005". I also went to the Urban Fusion After-Pride party they were having for people 16-24, but I could only stay an hour. Several people came, but since it was still "early", there weren't a whole bunch there. Didn't see anyone I knew or thought I knew, and I have a thing about dancing like that with people I don't know... actually, I have a thing about dancing in general, but I'm getting better about that.
Next year, I'm coming down by myself with my dog and staying longer. And I may as well meet up with some people, or bring someone down with me. Something like that.
Ugh, tired.
Mom was with me, but that was okay. She had fun, too. We watched the parade, saw guys in leather... mom was kind of weirded out by people who had pierced body parts other than the ears (she saw a guy with his nipples pierced), but that was about the worst that happened. She was actually really talkative with lots of people...
And, the shock of all shockers... I ran into Amanda. Almost literally the first time, I don't think she recognized me. Then I said her name, and she stared at me as if thinking "Do I know you....?" and then it hit her. "Oh my god!" It was good to see her. I was... scared, not knowing where she was. I got angry, when I learned she had been... mistreated by her boyfriend, but then I felt a bit better when she told me what he ended up with. I'm scared I'm not going to see her again... but if this highly-unlikely-but-somehow-possible encounter happened, why not others?
Maybe we "won't have the chance to be something" as she told me once, but we can still be friends. And I want her to know that I still care, and feel, and that I'll still be here, no matter what happens or what people say. That she means as much to me as Rachael does.. And that I'll be there next year. (And I'm also planning on going on the AIDS Walk.)
I got a few pride items. Mom bought me a black shirt that says PrideFest on it in rainbow-colored letters, and we managed to get two little rainbow flags, and I have a brown rubber bracelet thing that says "Stoli PrideFest 2005". I also went to the Urban Fusion After-Pride party they were having for people 16-24, but I could only stay an hour. Several people came, but since it was still "early", there weren't a whole bunch there. Didn't see anyone I knew or thought I knew, and I have a thing about dancing like that with people I don't know... actually, I have a thing about dancing in general, but I'm getting better about that.
Next year, I'm coming down by myself with my dog and staying longer. And I may as well meet up with some people, or bring someone down with me. Something like that.
Ugh, tired.
Comments:
Post a Comment
