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…
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…