A Funny Thing...Part 3

Continuing our adventure finding Bloody Mary mix at the Farmer's Market. The market was pretty well non-existant what with the Pride Parade going on. Again, we came upon it late so no telling what or who we missed. The Grand Marshal was the Olympic skater Johnny Weir, but didn't see him.

Oh yeah, there was music, too.

Don't look too close. I'm talking to my friend in Creve Couer who might need the smelling salts for this picture. Come to think of it, if she raised Tim, then she can handle about anything.

OK I'm not sure what this is. It's obviously a guy dressed in a strapless black evening dress, with a ribbon that says "Country Girl". I grew up in small town Midwest, the country so to speak. And I never saw anything like this.

And feast your eyes on this gentleman who seemed quite proud of his pink boa-draped cape. He sauntered down the sidewalk more than happy to pose for those with cameras.

Is this homemade? Well, of course. You won't find this at Target or Victoria's Secret.

There was less boa in front than back.

When it came to gay pride, this guy had it.

Willing and quite happy to lend his attire to locals looking for a unique picture.

The following pictures of the same parade were posted on the web and are not mine:

I didn't feel threatened nor particularly appalled. I was actually very pleased at the fun these people were having and the freedom they felt they enjoyed, if only for this one day. I commented that for the rest of the year they have to be concerned with bosses, the general public, maybe family, neighbors and society. But for this one day they have total freedom to be who they are, to flaunt it and revel in their particular lifestyle.

I hope that I continue to be open to other people, and that I have empathy for those different that me. I do not want to have hate or disgust or a myopic worldview to those around me. Today's parade and festival was a large group of people having fun, hurting no one, forcing no agenda (other than the right to love another person), and putting on a rather good show.

But, darn, sure wish I could have found that Bloody Mary mix.

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