Well, I finally made it to an STL Pride!  It was massive.  Every color, gender ID, orientation, and flag were represented.  It was inspiring to see.  The parade itself (we missed most of it; it went on for hours) was impressive and all-inclusive.  The fest took up many closed-off city blocks downtown.  We (Avdi, E, Y, and I) took the light rail MetroLink there (another STL first for me) to avoid having to find parking.

E&Y, having begged to go, got there and became insecure and perverse, as they do, so Avdi (who was already exhausted and not feeling well from dealing with kids) and I were unable to just meander around seeing the sights.  He had to accommodate their contrary moods and whims.  We did get to visit the History Museum (Missouri military history) for E’s sake.  See photo of Y checking out an “ancient” phone booth.

Still, I’m glad I got to go and see hundreds of thousands of STL queer folk feeling free to be themselves and strut their stuff, and all the orgs and services and businesses supporting the community.

E drew the chalk pigeon.  They’re on a pigeon craze right now.