The Pride March on Sunday was quite interesting and yummy (mmm gelati, mmm corn). Upon arrival, Jackie and I were approached by several Chinese people who we think were either tourists or newly arrived migrants. The conversation went something like this:Random Chinese People:
Hi, do you speak Chinese?Us:
Uh, a little bit?RCP:
Can you tell us what this parade is for? *smiles, gestures to colourful marching people*Us:
*still smiling, watches as a half naked man dances past*Us:
Uh... *trying to figure out how to say "gay" in Chinese*RCP:
Is it a National Festival? *smilesmile*Us:
*smiles some more*Us:
Um... we're sorry, we don't know how to explain it... *runs off giggling*
We walked past groups of people lined up under banners and ready to march. Briefly, we wondered if we should try to join one of them. I for one thought that we should have joined "Melbourne Leather Men", but alas, it was not to be. We ended up as one of the cheering onlookers next to a very amusing man who cheered loudly and enthusiastically for everything and everyone that went by. Several choice phrases:
"GAY TREKKIES!!! YAAAYYY!"
"GAY CHRISTIANS!!! YAAAAY!!!"
"GAY DOCTORS! GO GAY DOCTORS!"
"GAY GREEKS!!! WOOHOOOO!!"
"GAY BISEXUALS!!! YAAAAYYY!!"
It was very amusing.
Anyway, here are some pictures that I took. I resized them a little to make it easier for those on my flist with less well endowed connections. :-D
Warning: At least one picture contains manboobies.( 12 pics )
After the arduous march, Jackie and I treated ourselves to overpriced rainbow gelati. And then I bought a rather phallic looking corn-on-a-stick. I would have taken a picture of it, but my camera ran out of batteries.
At one point, we were approached by two polite but creepy religious guys who gave us pamphlets and asked a few probing questions. *shudder* Luckily for them, they didn't say anything stupid like "homosexuality is evil and you're going to hell" outright, because I would have beat them with my corn-on-a-stick.
I tried to find a hot lesbian dressed up as Xena who I could fall for. It would be perfect - we'd have a whirlwind romance, get married, and have many babies. Sadly, she was nowhere to be seen.
Jackie kept count of how many times I went "Ooooh! Hot lesbian!". We think it was about 7 or 8 times that I did it unwittingly, passionately and eyes-light-up-ly. The other times were all just lukewarm.
The world needs more hot lesbians damnit.