I can’t believe I’m actually here at the National Gay Equality March! I feel like Cinderella at the ball, but only in this version, Cinderella is actually the Prince. And this Prince wears denim, pirate pants, and flashy discount sneakers! I drove to D.C. with three of my best friends, and we’re staying in a hotel that’s simply magical! In fact, I think that’s what it’s called–just look at the picture below. Also, we were even given a royal name when we checked into the hotel: “Press”. It’s written on our badges and embroidered into our fluffy pillows! I think it’s French!
Oh my, everything is just wonderful!
Wait until I find out it’s all just a beautiful façade!
Usually when I go to protests–and believe me, I’ve been to a lot of marches and squat-ins and spinning classes because I consider it a part of my lesbian heritage–I tend to find myself surrounded by at least eight unshowered lesbians in a van with no seats. But not this time!
I keep looking out the window (or maybe it’s a mirror?), asking myself, “What did I do to deserve this fairy tale protest march experience?”
And you know what? All I had to do was be gay. It was that easy.
Enjoy your stay!
