Portland Gay Pride: Recap

I had big plans to take lots o’ pictures of all kinds of wacky characters at Portland’s Gay Pride this weekend, but instead I just took a bunch of grainy photos of my pals and I horsing around and getting progressively drunker. Which, let’s face it, is as it should be.

Here I am in my kooky makeup (finally got to wear my feather lashes!):

On my days off, I’m not-so-secretly a loud-mouthed drag queen.

And here is Special Laaaadyfriend wearing festively smoldering eyeliner:

Pondering the many ways to blow bubbles.

And here we have the pièce de résistance, the ultimate Pride Photo:

Those are my legwarmers. THEY ARE BLACKLIGHT REACTIVE.

The rainbow legwarmers in their natural habitat. SO FUZZY!

Of course, the night wouldn’t have been complete if we hadn’t witnessed the Portland Naked Bike Ride while waiting for the cab to pick us up. There were a lot more strap-on glitter unicorn horns than one would expect, unless one really thought about it, and then there were exactly as many strap-on glitter unicorn horns as one would expect.

See, this, this is why I like Portland. Even though summer is but a distant, pleasant memory now, we have naked bike rides, pop-up lesbian bars and cab drivers that return your camera when you leave it behind in the back seat.