Post Pride
It’s been an interesting Pride. It was more a time of reflection: from the differences in the festival in Atlanta, Chicago and New York to friends and new people I’ve met.
Massive numbers of people to attend the festival in Atlanta this year tried to compensate the luck of organizing the Parade. No floats, just people marching. The Park was impressive trying to accommodate from lesbians to straight new Midtown residents.
All culminated with the StarLight cabaret, where the traditional Drag Show was easily and professionally replaced with the Art of Show. The quality become hi-class when the new conceptions, ideas and vibration of the new wave of Queens and Kings corroborated with the stage presentation, choreography and story behind the music – all come in hand to demonstrate the power and the importance of Gay Mecca of the South.
Last, but not least the Ultimate Bitch Charlie Brown gave her warning to the “straight people that bought condos in Midtown: the gays are here, we are not leaving” while the Goddess Raven came back to town once more to say her Good Bye!!!
As a veteran of life I couldn’t help but notice (and try) some fresh and new faces. HOTlanta is more a transition city for the South where the young people come to see what’s life about (unless they are already in the hands of the “old time queens” passing as men who have the sugar, aka sugar daddies… )
Dance parties bought together big names in the market today. Famous DJs were lined up to spin at the new and old ventures while Divas like Deborah Cox and Kristine W heated up once again the party crowds.
None of the building felt more vivid than Metropolis when the Parade attendees came back trying to catch up the first available elevator to the higher floors or to the pool.
Speaking about the pool, it was the scene (and the stage) for the post-pride events: chill out with the boys on easy, late Monday afternoon. Most of us called in sick on Monday so we could enjoy X-pleasure (or “extra” the pleasure).
The only one event I missed and I can’t talk about is the FOX dance party on Friday. While I was waiting at huge lines to get in Side Tracks or Roscoe’s, the HOTlanta bois had to wait in lines for drinks… the 1001 Arabic nights scene became a large stellar dance floor watered down with many wet bars on the spot.
Neither Major Franklin nor any other officials showed up for the festival. It used to be more a community even. Now is just a commercial one.
Too hot to be true, you couldn’t forget you are in the South. HAPPY PRIDE, Nathan and Daniel! You won The Southern Charm this year (and a close up for my neck fake PRIDE tatoo!)
Massive numbers of people to attend the festival in Atlanta this year tried to compensate the luck of organizing the Parade. No floats, just people marching. The Park was impressive trying to accommodate from lesbians to straight new Midtown residents.
All culminated with the StarLight cabaret, where the traditional Drag Show was easily and professionally replaced with the Art of Show. The quality become hi-class when the new conceptions, ideas and vibration of the new wave of Queens and Kings corroborated with the stage presentation, choreography and story behind the music – all come in hand to demonstrate the power and the importance of Gay Mecca of the South.
Last, but not least the Ultimate Bitch Charlie Brown gave her warning to the “straight people that bought condos in Midtown: the gays are here, we are not leaving” while the Goddess Raven came back to town once more to say her Good Bye!!!
As a veteran of life I couldn’t help but notice (and try) some fresh and new faces. HOTlanta is more a transition city for the South where the young people come to see what’s life about (unless they are already in the hands of the “old time queens” passing as men who have the sugar, aka sugar daddies… )
Dance parties bought together big names in the market today. Famous DJs were lined up to spin at the new and old ventures while Divas like Deborah Cox and Kristine W heated up once again the party crowds.
None of the building felt more vivid than Metropolis when the Parade attendees came back trying to catch up the first available elevator to the higher floors or to the pool.
Speaking about the pool, it was the scene (and the stage) for the post-pride events: chill out with the boys on easy, late Monday afternoon. Most of us called in sick on Monday so we could enjoy X-pleasure (or “extra” the pleasure).
The only one event I missed and I can’t talk about is the FOX dance party on Friday. While I was waiting at huge lines to get in Side Tracks or Roscoe’s, the HOTlanta bois had to wait in lines for drinks… the 1001 Arabic nights scene became a large stellar dance floor watered down with many wet bars on the spot.
Neither Major Franklin nor any other officials showed up for the festival. It used to be more a community even. Now is just a commercial one.
Too hot to be true, you couldn’t forget you are in the South. HAPPY PRIDE, Nathan and Daniel! You won The Southern Charm this year (and a close up for my neck fake PRIDE tatoo!)
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