NYC Pride Vs. The Little Mermaid

So today was my final performance as the prince in the Little Mermaid at the children's theater I work at. Of course I go into the city early to partake in the glitzy and quite glamorous shenanigans that is NYC Pride.

You know. Guys running around naked, guys wearing leather ass-less chaps, guys in bikini briefs. Or, by far the best, over-weight bears wearing only clear plastic Seran wrap. These fellas just so happened to have made camp directly in front of the entrance to the theater where we were about to put on a show for dozens of 3-10 year old children. I'm sure they're parents marveled at the durability of Seran Wrap.

As I walked among the chaos and the dedication to enforce equality, I pondered skipping my performance and letting my colors fly. Put all worries aside and fly my queer flag. But, alas, the prince has half the damn lines in the play! I couldn't do that to the poor mermaid...

But before I adorned myself in a cheesy, over-exhuberant purple blouse and baggy pants, I took some time to galavant among my kind. Sometimes getting cat-calls and booty slaps, probably because I was wearing my "super skinny" jeans. I did end up going shirtless for one group of oily men. In return, all five, or maybe six, flashed me their ding-dongs. All dongs were completely unattractive but it was the thought that counted.

So, I ended up experiencing Pride and putting on a great show for the kiddies. I go from naked men and various shapes and sizes of lesbian titties, to frolicking on stage for some giggling munchkins. It was an interesting day. Let's see what the rest of the week brings. I feel pretty positive about it.