It’s parade day, and I can’t wait to see all the freaks. I mean, I love the diversity of support on display in gay pride parades, but what I like more is ogling the hot men in Speedos and leather, half-drunk, gyrating on floats, acting as moving invitations to the clubs sponsoring them.
Sunday Funday is here and there’s an early pool party calling my name.
It’s at a Facebook Friend’s house who I’ve never met in person. In fact, there are plenty of guys on the list I don’t know. So I plan on having a great time meeting new people and having lots of laughs. I don’t necessarily need to fuck any of them.
But then again, that’s the old fashioned way gay men make friends, sooo…