Ten Thousand Proud Elephants :: Personal Narrative Homosexuality Essays

Ten Thousand Proud Elephants I wore a dress to the jocund pride parade this year. Its a grand parade, fun modify with hundreds of stories homogeneous this, and how people go there looking for voice and they cry (out) so loud for it that they come home voiceless. I wore my voice in the threads of a dress. Im not gay only if these are the bravest, most respectable people Ive ever get togethern, and I wore a dress for hope that people feel safe to be people. The day began with a beer breakfast morning. My lover, Stephanie and I walked our dog, bleu (whom we think is in secret gay), and then came home to countless phone c in alls from friends planning to get together, all of them recognizing that the reason they were doing so was because they had dreamt the night before that people in the sphere started to make plans to get together. Stephanie lent me the dress and we started out the door go in hand, man in drag, and the day rolled on worry the curve of a rainbow. Walking throu gh Chicago was frightening, but the really thought gave even more purpose to the day so I walked a little prouder. Stephanie showed no fear and I look certify at a very beautiful couple. We were met outside of jock-ville u.s.a., Wrigley field, by a bunch of cross dressing, wig wearing, loudly free with passion care jack hammers for heartshomosexuals. We follow them to the beginning of the parade. One of the first things you see at the parade is people drinking beer on the streets in see of the cops who are there for protection. Another thing you might see is those equivalent cops also drinking beer. Soon nudity, free-wielding like breasts and butts were newspapersStreet Wise and illusion free, is fleshed before you, and every once in a while a flash of seriousness that is lying under the covers of freedom for fun like a body awake at night, rears its fancy face. An judicature called PFLAG (parents of gays and lesbians) gathered to march, holding signs proclaiming that they ar e proud of my gay son and I love my lesbian daughter. I started crying. Following this crowd a mathematical group of Chicagos gay cops walked by, and that just about sold the crowed a kleenex for every wave of those brave peoples hand.