Proud NCVA representatives, variously disguised as cows, peas, and carrots, marched under the banner “Peace for all who live.”
1) To support GLBT pride;
2) To advertise the NCVA to the GLBT community and its supporters (and the one guy with the bible-scripture placard which I couldn’t read from where I was but which presumably asserted that being gay is bad);
3) To encourage people to constantly examine their beliefs, since dumb ones can heap serious suffering on what should be beautiful lives.
Masses of parade-goers we’re completely blown away by the lovely Dulce Darling. Unspeakably graceful in 6-inch stilettos, she is the new gold standard for “tall, gorgeous blonde,” and also my new crush. Given she’s a gay man who was dressed as a woman at crush onset, my mom says my smitten-ness just makes me a masochistic straight girl, My dad, however, insists that it places me in a unique and heretofore unrecognized category of sexual orientation that could totally become a thing.
Unfortunately, several parade-goers were also blown away by the fringes of hurricane Irene. Happily, our marchers were spared this fate, being weighed down by bellies full of vegan donuts.