  So this weekend is Pride. I'm being completely bombarded, and I mean bombarded , with emails and phone calls from everyone getting excited, making plans and announcing parties to compliment the festivities. The only word that can describe how I feel about Pride this year is "meh". It just isn't holding the same excitement for me as it has in previous years. Essentially I feel like if you've been to one, you've been to them all. Same drunkenness in public, same beer tents, same dj's playing the same music at stages set up in the same places they are every year, and I'm the same token "fruit fly" hovering around all my little fruits.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about supporting Pride and what it stands for and I always have fun... I don't know, I'm just not feelin' it this year. Maybe I'll feel differently after I get a few drinks in me. The leather daddy bears still scare me though in their chaps. The drag queens scare my room-mate, but I like 'em. Most big butch dykes scare me and make me feel like a little girl they want to take advantage of.
Some of my friends have a booth this year selling stickers with dirty slogans they sat around coming up with over a period of a couple months all messed up. My one friend who is a balloon artist is making a huge penis sculpture thing out of balloons to set up at the booth as well, that will definitely draw some attention. Ah well. Meh. 
