PRIDE MEMORIES

A pride night in 2012

 

I can still recall my first Pride Festival. It was in 94, and it was with the Clan of good friends I am still good friends with today. I came out and did my first Pride all at the same time. Came out as in went to the festival and clubs. Mind you, I was never in. I was always out, born out I dare say. But it wasn't till the summer of 94 I felt like a debutante going to her first ball. The first guy I dated, we had already split up, had hounded me for months and months to come out to the clubs with he and his friends. I just didn't think I'd have any interest. But I finally did that one summer day of Pride, and we are all still real close friends to this day.  A part of me was very nervous because I didn't know what to expect...and I was so innocent and naive then, cough, cough. Little did I know I'd become a huge club kid and creature of the night. I remember being blown away by the Pride festivities and frivolity. It was held at the time in Reservoir Park in Harrisburg. I was blown away to see just how many gays there were in the area. I recall it being very cool, knowing that almost everyone there was gay and no worries of any bullies or troublemakers. Although, Mame, who later became my good friend and sister, hated me at first. You see, up till then she was the youngest and blondest in our Clan and also dated the same guy I had....so he saw it as me replacing him in the group as the newest twinkie. While at a drag show at the festival, I noticed a guy giving me the eyes. It went on the whole show. I recall getting nervous. Was my penis hanging out of my shorts and I didn't know it? Nope. That night Winfred, the guy I had been dating, was having a pre-Pride party before heading out to the clubs for the night. Needless to say, I was high and tight before going out. And we had a blast out, the club was packed, people everywhere, disco balls spinning, stunning drag queens...and what seemed like nonstop beverages. I was drawn to the energy. About an hour into the night, the guy from the festival giving me the up and down, came over to me and introduced himself. We danced and danced and then found a corner to talk a bit, before he started kissing me. I was like, whoa, are you making out with me or taking inventory??? But I liked it. I told him to find me before he goes. I didn't want to blow my friends off too soon. An hour later, he returns and wants to know if I want to come home with him...and his other half!!!! For more drinks and fun! Of course, I said yes...and disappeared out the door with them. His hubby was hot as he was. I do admit it caught me off guard though. The best part was they lived almost right around the corner from me. The nice big bed they had, nice dim lighting, a few drinks, two nice size cocks and some hot sex all conspired to make a night of enchantment. I spent the night too. And it turned out two weeks later when I went to interview about a new job I was interested in, in visual display, guess who was the human resource manager? He later told me, I would have got the job on merit alone, but he placed my resume on the top, and many of the other resumes seemed to have "disappeared". I was at that first job almost 8 years, before moving to Philly too. Not to mention had many more threesomes with those boys. A few things I learned that night? I would become famous for skipping out. I was famous for my disappearing acts or just passing out. 2- I loved drag queens, clubs and the nightlife. Who know then I'd become a drag queen for twenty some years. 3- I love big cocks and threesome. And most importantly it's NOT ALWAYS who you know, but who you blow.