As most of you probably know this past weekend (August 17-19) was Pride in Charlotte, North Carolina and it actually marked my first time attending since I journeyed to the city over three years ago. To be honest, I’ve never been a big fan of Pride weekend or its events. In fact, I hate it for a few different reasons.
First, I believe Pride gives people a reason to hook up with a bunch of random guys, get highly intoxicated and blame their actions on the celebration instead of the fact that they’re just a whore. Kind of like Halloween serves as a disguise for killers and closeted guys.
Secondly, the crowd is insufferable. Let me put this into context by saying I’ve never been one to complain about big crowds, because more guys equals more options. However, the Pride crowd is a completely different beast – one that I don’t want to wrestle with.
Lastly, I don’t like it when things are put into a box and relegated to one weekend like Pride is. You should be living life to the fullest every single day that God allows you to walk this earth and Pride should be something that is continuously celebrated.
With all of that being said, I did have a great time hanging out with friends this weekend and some very interesting things happened. I attended a house party on Friday and randomly ran into this guy at the bar that I had been talking to on one of the apps (there’s more to that story, but I’ll save that for another day), I went to the Candyland-themed Just Twirl party at Flight on Saturday (taste the rainbow) and watched the parade from Prohibition on Sunday.
All of this was capped off by a group dinner and that was truly the icing on the cake for me, because it put the event into perspective for me in a way that I had really never even considered before. I suddenly realized that the greatest thing about Pride was the celebration of friendship. I love my friends and while looking at us it may seem like we have absolutely nothing in common, there are underlying ties that bind us and a bond that extends well beyond what can be celebrated in one weekend. - XOXO Blazing J
First, I believe Pride gives people a reason to hook up with a bunch of random guys, get highly intoxicated and blame their actions on the celebration instead of the fact that they’re just a whore. Kind of like Halloween serves as a disguise for killers and closeted guys.
Secondly, the crowd is insufferable. Let me put this into context by saying I’ve never been one to complain about big crowds, because more guys equals more options. However, the Pride crowd is a completely different beast – one that I don’t want to wrestle with.
Lastly, I don’t like it when things are put into a box and relegated to one weekend like Pride is. You should be living life to the fullest every single day that God allows you to walk this earth and Pride should be something that is continuously celebrated.
With all of that being said, I did have a great time hanging out with friends this weekend and some very interesting things happened. I attended a house party on Friday and randomly ran into this guy at the bar that I had been talking to on one of the apps (there’s more to that story, but I’ll save that for another day), I went to the Candyland-themed Just Twirl party at Flight on Saturday (taste the rainbow) and watched the parade from Prohibition on Sunday.
All of this was capped off by a group dinner and that was truly the icing on the cake for me, because it put the event into perspective for me in a way that I had really never even considered before. I suddenly realized that the greatest thing about Pride was the celebration of friendship. I love my friends and while looking at us it may seem like we have absolutely nothing in common, there are underlying ties that bind us and a bond that extends well beyond what can be celebrated in one weekend. - XOXO Blazing J
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