Drag queens, gay marriage (or at least Karla and me in cut outs), and Debbie Gibson…need I say more about what a wonderful Pride Fest weekend it was?? Probably not, but I will. Denver does Pride right that’s for certain. I couldn’t get enough of the dance area where I was gang banged by half-naked gay men and kissed by several lesbians. From there I enjoyed funnel cakes and sno cones galore and became an equal rights donor. Ah yes, the trifecta of happiness and Pride Fest can’t be topped, I’m still having a drag queen hangover.
Today I’m grateful for my swimsuit, yoga, and my fan.