Tag Archives: Gay Pride

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Sailors – (24/gazillion)

Each Wednesday, Club Rush in Dallas hosts a Best Chest Body Conetest (sic… or word play, who knows!) Something tells me I would not stand a chance of winning. When their float appeared, it seemed evident that the Wednesday weekly contest had not played out in vain…

“Saying nothing… sometimes says the most.” Emily Dickinson (not referring to a sailor)

I’ve always wanted to see a mermaid. I had imagined them less muscular.

Club Rush won the Trophy for Best Costume this year.

So this year, the Best Costume award went to Club Rush. I would not have much of a problem with that if it weren’t for the fact that, except for the mermaid, none of the guys were actually wearing costumes. They were all prancing around in their skivvies. I’m probably missing the whole point.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Divas – (23/gazillion)

All I’ve ever wanted to know about transvestites, I learned from comedian and Executive Transvestite Eddie Izzard.

My biggest conception? I had always assumed transvestites were gay. Not necessarily so.

Izzard, while displaying a certain penis nonchalance, dates women.

I do not know if a woman who dates a transvestite is a lesbian. It is an interesting question. My guess is probably a failed lesbian.

Izzard makes a distinction between action transvestites (such as himself) and weirdo transvestites (i.e. Edgar J. Hoover)*

The above cross-dresser, whether action or weirdo, is noticeably losing her wig or goes to a very bad hairdresser.

It would be very difficult for a woman to be considered a cross-dresser. Donning a suit has now become so common for women that it must totally suck to be a drag king.

I think she is an executive transvestite. She was overtly flirting with me.

* The fact that Edgar J. Hoover was a cross-dresser is either “an urban legend” or “common knowledge” depending on where you look. Whatever he was and I do not care, this is a man who would have fitted really well in today’s U.S. politics of fear.

Dallas Gay P.P. – Marilyn Manson Must Eat (22/gazillion)

He had long black hair like Marilyn Manson’s and he wore a pair of leather chaps above a black Speedo that left nothing to the imagination. Nipples pierced (I hear the pain is excruciating.) Tribal tattoos all over his body. Up until now, nothing really out of the ordinary, right? Except for the dude’s flower on his back and his extreme bony skinniness.

With such a body, he could easily be a catwalk model in Europe!

He’s already got the poses down to a T.

A little buttock exhibitionism never hurt anyone.

With all the attention I gave the man (thinking all this time about taking him to McDonalds for a few Happy Meals), I missed his flower-winged compadre. I only managed to catch him from the back, but even from this perspective, you get the intuition you’d better be really nice to him if you ever met him from the front. I know I would.

A flower and a cat-o-nine. A conflicted soul, no doubt.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Of Leather and Beads (21/gazillion)

My evil brother who sucks once conned me into visiting a leather bar in Brussels… He invited me for tea and scones (which I thought was incredibly sweet and sophisticated on his part – and unexpected if I may say), picked me up and drove me to a beautiful house in a posh neighborhood. Only inside did I realize that there would be no tea to be had on white linen tablecloths. I should have known better…

The Dallas Eagle bar seems to be one of these hopping places which devotes each night of the week to different activities or club parties. We apparently have quite a few leather clubs in Dallas.

The DISCIPLE Corps (at Dallas Eagle every 2nd Friday of the month) outlines rigid rules for party etiquette. You are not to touch someone else’s toys for example (unless asked to.) Also if you see something that appears unsafe, you can’t interrupt the “play”: you report your concerns to a Dungeon Master. The club is also just like Vegas and whatever happens there stays there.

The DFW Leather Boys organize educational workshops called TOOLS for da boys (or girls.) The young are tutored in the finer arts of leather care, shining boots (I think boot licking might be involved), spanking, flogging, medical play, anticipatory service, and wax play to name only a few. The medical workshop looks scary.

I think that’s cute! The big hunky guy in leather fretting over his tangled beads… Baaad Boy! He should be punished. Dungeon Master, over here please!

Hunky AND romantic… What more to ask for?

The seminar on leather care gave me pause. These guys would make their lives much easier if they replaced the leather with polyurethane. It almost looks like leather from a distance, is machine-washable and allows air to circulate through the fabric. It also saves cows.

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – My Boy Lollipop – (20/gazillion)

I know, I know… Not for me.

Way too young…

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – Duke Daisy – (18/gazillion)

My mother always told me: “If you adorn your head with a huge heart made of daisies, remember to act accordingly, very lady-like.” Well DUH!

The Duke Daisy is not only not lady-like BUT adding insult to injury, he is throwing the goat at me! Either that or he is a Texas Longhorns fan. Doubtful.

Oh yeah! Now acting all coy and demure. Nice try!

Dallas Gay Pride Parade – He/She – (17/gazillion)

Dear Santa, whatever this person in the photo is, that’s the body I’m ordering for Christmas. Thanks a bunch.

The context tells me this is a man lady, but I do not want to believe it. I’m not actually convinced it is not a woman.

note to Santa: I have been good to moderate good all year long!