Pride Celebrations!

Pride is happening in my city today, so Happy Pride to all of you amazing people! 

The first time I went to Pride, I went alone because nobody knew I was gay. I was a teenager at the time, and in order to deal with the anxiety of being on my own, I drank copious amounts of Vodka. 

By three in the afternoon, I'd gotten so drunk that I could barely even speak. The city was bustling with Pride-goers, but I managed to find a comfortable looking (filthy, piss soaked, dark) lane beside a gay bar which, in my drunken, youthful mind, seemed like the perfect place to stop and take a breather. 

As I was sitting there, two men (early thirties give or take) spotted me, and noticed the rainbow wristband that I'd gotten from somewhere. 

They spent a few minutes jeering and making comments, and then one of them kicked me right in the kisser! All I could do was curl into a ball and hope that they'd get bored, and then a moment later, they were swarmed. 

The bouncers from the gay bar next door ran out, and by doing so, apparently alerted every other person inside. When I looked up, I found an army of colourfully decorated people, men, women, drag queens, trans people, old, young, black, white, all beating the absolute shit out of the two men that attacked me. 

One very tall, very muscular drag queen was in the process of choke slamming one of the men, whilst the other one was being subdued by two elderly gay men. I was whisked inside and straight up to a dressing room where I was given a bottle of Coke, a new t-shirt and cleaned up by a barman who I fell in love with and a woman (who was his girlfriend 🥲).

The police arrived and arrested the two morons outside, and unfortunately my parents were also called to collect their drunken, bloodied son who was sat in the dressing room of a gay bar (great way to come out, huh?)

During my time there, every single person who had heard about what happened came up to me to see if I was okay. One man, who wore a bright green dress, offered me free self defence classes, another older guy gave me advice on coming out, and three stunning drag queens told me that if I ever found myself alone in the city again, that I was to come straight there and ask for them by name (they also told me they'd stick a dress on me if I ever got drunk like that again!). 

The moral of my story is that a young drunk teenager lay in a pissy lane, completely alone, completely out of it. Two straight white men found me and made a decision. An entire group of diverse individuals also found me, and made a decision. 

Pride will always hold a special place in my heart, and I hope that anybody celebrating this week, or any other week, has an amazing day, with amazing people! 

Anyway, enough of the soppy shit! I have a broken thumb and a nasty flu so my weekend will be spent creating filthy fantasies for you lot! Comment below and let me know what series you want the next chapter of today :)