Ode to George and John P.

Saturday afternoon, watch the gay Pride Canal Parade go by. The sun beats down, the drink flows. Everybody’s a little queer today. And everybody’s very white.


Rainbow flags adorn the houses, women carry babies or bottles of rosé wine. City cowboys line dance to Stand By Your Man.


Hot hard bodies in glittery skirts, sagging bums in leather chaps. Armies of crew cut girrrls from Belfast. Friendly cops behind the ‘pink in blue’ stand.


One lonely, scruffy drunk on a bicycle, screaming: “DIRTY BABY RAPING FUCKING HOMOS!”

Everybody laughs. You’re outnumbered, pal.


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