I'm sitting in the BOSSES chair looking out onto central Manchester, observing from on high the drag queens, the twinks, the bears, the leather queens, the professionals,the bull dykes, the lipstick lesbians and every other permutation of gay life walk on by.
Manchester is in the pink this weekend.
Mardi Gras has come around again.
Last year I pretty much missed it, except for a couple of nights hanging out at the OutPost with nobody in particular.
We had the Chairman in the hotel that weekend so he was the focus.
This year, I volunteered to work.
Whoah! Calm down Binkster, I'll explain.
I had swapped a couple of Duty Manager weekends so I could have some time in London with G.
Also, with G being away on holiday, I don't feel like going.
I would want to go with him so we could experience it together.
Believe me, there is no greater expression of pride in being gay than the powerful feeling of love I have for him.
And I don't need to go on a parade for the whole world to see it.
26/08/06 @ 18:41