NYC Pride.
I personally think of Pride as an opportunity for all queer people, regardless of how they identify, to take to the streets of NYC, or whatever city they're in, and declare their pride at being whoever they fucking are, regardless of who they prefer to fuck. It's a beautiful thing. It was a beautiful weekend.
I was fortunate enough, at the end of June 2011, to participate in my first Pride, just as I began to fully come into my own as a queer person, and just as
NY State passed marriage equality for all people, regardless of sexual orientation, on June 24, 2011. It was an exciting, thrilling time.
I celebrated at and around
The Stonewall Inn on the night of June 24, feeling overjoyed that the state that I newly called home had finally done the right thing. I saw so many beautiful, shining, happy faces that night on the streets of New York City, and it was surprisingly very affirming for me (though I didn't know I was missing, and needing, the affirmation) to know that, in this new chapter of my life that I was just beginning, I would still have the option to marry another person--a woman--if I choose to, sometime down the line.
That night is one of my favorite memories, and probably always will be.
I was also lucky enough to have found, by the time Pride rolled around, some amazing queer friends to experience the weekend with. I participated in the
Dyke March, I (almost) made it to the Pride March (there was too much margarita drinking to be done that day), and experienced the Stiletto Pride Party as a VIP pass holder.
I cannot overstate what a good decision it is, my lovelies, to purchase a VIP pass to the Stiletto Pride Party.
Purchase a VIP pass to the Stiletto Pride Party.
That party was off. the. fucking.
hook.
Now,
Maggie C's Stiletto party in general really deserves a post of its own, but for now I'll just say that the most gorgeous lesbians you will see in NYC are usually at Stiletto, even on a slow night, so just imagine, if you will, the kinds of women that were found in the VIP room of the Stiletto Pride Party.
Omg. O.M.G.
It was amazing. It was perfect. It was an open bar.
Of course, seeing as this party was THE place to BE SEEN, 10.0 was there, along with her cadre of beautiful power lesbians. Meh. This part was not so fun.
But once she left? Good times.
Near the end of Stiletto Pride, I met one of the sexiest women I have ever met. We'll call her "Hot Cop" because, well...she's super hot. And she's a cop. (My creative juices are really flowing today. Be jealous.)
We actually started talking because I was trying to find someone for my friend, but then I realized that, well, she was amazingly hot and I wanted a piece of that, please and thank you. Besides, my friend wasn't interested so.....
Cut to: HC and I dancing and making out furiously for at least an hour. I get her number, tell her I
will be calling her, and she leaves because she has to go do her super bad-ass cop job the next morning. I left that party with swollen lips and in complete awe.
It was a great first Pride.
