And so, on the day of the parade, I agreed to go watch it with a few friends. Just before leaving, I figured it would suck too much to be in the crowds, and so I figured out how to get "backstage". It was pretty simple, actually, I wore my "Parade Participant" badge from the year before, went to the blocked off area and waltzed right in past a gang of security and police keeping the lowly viewers out.
I ended up watching the parade from just behind the start line - the best place to watch from. I think that aside from all the strange and amusing sights, the thing I like most about being on the inside is getting to see all of the parade officials organize things. It takes a lot of people to run the parade - float coordinators, start coordinators, security, media officials, each wearing a shirt in an identifying colour. Maybe I should try to get in on running parades....
The Dykes on Bikes.
The Emelia Air Tarts.
You don't see that walking down the street very often.
Two "Bears" - a group that prides themselves on being big, gay, and hairy.
The sign amused me. The enormous bit of genitalia behind it amused me even more.
Cirque du So Gay.