Fairy Tails

My fairies are very much unlike Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairies. I say that… but when they come out en force at the Dallas Gay Pride Parade, some do bear a slight resemblance to the crushed pixies.

Parade Fairy showing remarkably naked ass

Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairies showing remarkably naked bottoms

Seriously, my parade fairies seem to resist any particular kind of genre. They are all ages, dress very differently, and the only thing they appear to share is a love for exaggerated attitude. Totally not the macho type.

Accentuated hip movements associated with sashaying are a dead giveaway

Joining hands, and bottom to the side when expressing oneself, that too, throws you in my fairy catchall category.

Hands on the waist, bottom to the side, pursed lips, and underwear showing, well, that does not leave much to the imagination. Fairy!

Too pretty does it too…

And if nothing distinguishes you from the masses, you can always hold a sign!

This year however, the one who really threw me in the deepest confusion was little Miss Strawberry Shortcake. Coming down Cedar Springs on a bicycle, from afar, there was no doubt you had to be in fairy land.

But from up close, my sweet little Strawberry Shortcake morphed into…

STRAWBERRY BEEFCAKE!

So just like Adam and Eve got booted out of Eden, my little Strawberry got repudiated from my fairy world and sent to the hair removal lady. Wax on, wax off…

To be continued…

Halloweeny Duos – Halloween IX

The problem about gay Halloween in Oak Lawn is not only gender confusion or “who’s who”, but also “who’s with whom.” Making that determination appears highly hazardous and I will not venture to make a guess. It’s your call.

A couple (or not) of non-teeth brushers.

The Golden Boy and a woman. That one, I am SURE was a woman!

Death can be becoming with the appropriate flowery hat

Ok so perhaps the devil is not wearing Prada after all…

Redefining the mini-dress

Strange combo of non-coordinated costumes

“I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.”

A familiar face! The “Who you callin’ a fairy” boy from the Gay Pride Parade!

Striped-coordinated

Minimalist costumes – tres in vogue!

Who came first? The troll or the slutty chicken?

“It wasn’t us!”

Oh yes it was you! Practicing the hands-on approach with the practical big hands!

Tonight is another round of Halloween festivities. I feel slightly Halo-weened. I might not go photograph gay Halloweenies tonight (for a change) but instead stay home, turn off the lights, and eat all the candies I had bought for the trick-or-treaters. Just because I can.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Beads – (5/gazillion)

During the parade, beads are distributed to the crowd by the participants. Contrarily to New Orleans, in Dallas, you do not have to show anything in order to get the necklaces BUT some of the guys just ignore you as if you were translucent (especially if the boy clearly plays for the other team and you look like a girl. This is totally highly discriminatory in case you didn’t know.)

The “I can’t hear ya” Man. Requesting loud begging in exchange for the precious beads. Is that even ethical?

The “Who you calling a fairy” cutie.

The Democrat Pom Pom Boy.

I got temporarily blinded by the exuberant cheerfulness emanating from the Democrat Pom Pom Boy. The joy seemed a tad over-emoted. Time to go back to method acting. Really.