I am still riding SUPER HIGH (off of energy) from LA Pride this weekend. It was absolutely wonderful and the best experience I could have hoped for. The parade was a promenade of beautiful, rainbow and glitter-filled floats that were at once endearing and spectacular. From a drag queen cheerleading team to the Los Angeles Gay Men's Chorus, the parade was such a wonderful gaystravaganza that I was practically shitting rainbows out of happiness by the end.

Don't get me wrong- it was a complete mess. Towards the end, drunk, sick homos lined the streets like poor little ill Tinkerbells. However the first couple of hours were a wonder to behold before everything got too sloppy.

I started off the day at a friend's brunch with mimosas, pastries, and mini-quiches, and then stuffed to the brim with these little treats I waddled down to the Abbey with a big group of lezzies. We all got even more drunk and danced as "Pride 2011" t-shirts were flung into the crowd and rainbow confetti poured down upon our heads. To say the least, it was quite magical.

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We then stumbled over to PYT to continue the merriment. There was more debauchery, lots of making out and alcohol and many of the girls from Showtime's The Real L Word wandering around. Specifically, there was a lot of Sara - she danced up in a cage and on a platform at two of the events.

In fact, I have a small message for her. I sent it to her via singing messenger but as she has not yet responded I will post the text for you here:

Dear Sara-

So I saw you have an orgasm on TV earlier this weekend. That was pretty weird. I thought we were getting along well from the last season. You seemed cool. Like maybe we could be friends. But now, well... I feel like we're starting to grow apart. None of my other friends let major networks film them have sex (I think). 

Not that I don't enjoy watching hot girls do each other. But there's something to be said for the anonymity of porn where you can at least pretend that those girls aren't real and that they don't have parents or people who will ever see them doing this stuff.

But isn't this embarrassing? I get people wanting to have sex in a public place - not my thing, but whatever floats your boat. But aren't there limits to these sorts of things? Like a park under a blanket is okay but Showtime is not?

So Sara - I wish you well. I hope you do good things in your life and that you somehow improve this little blue planet.

But so far you haven't. You've just made more straight men think lesbians are super slutty and will probably do it with them if they film it.

And please - from the bottom of my gay little heart - GET YOUR VAG OUT OF MY FACE.

Kthanks.

Ariel

P.s. Also can I just call you "Sarah?" I'm bad at accents.

I mean don't get me wrong. She's really hot. And I enjoyed watching her dance. But I would like to get her to keep it in her pants a little more.

So to recap: Loved Pride 2011 (mostly), would like to see less of Sara from The Real L Word.

That's all for now. Hope you have a lovely pride recovery.

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