Sunday I was proud to pour myself out of bed early enough to catch a shuttle to the big #RESIST march, that happened en lieu of a Pride Parade. I was exhausted from Friday & Saturday adventures, but thought I would feel worse if I didn't participate and let it be known to the world that I do not approve of the thing that is in the White House or what its cohorts are doing to screw us over.
I'm glad I did. I saw some really swell signs and ran into some friends.
Muh DAB, Dennis Hensley was running a little late, so I waited for him as the march passed me by.
When he arrived, we snapped a pic and declared ourselves "The Clean Up Resistance"
Wait! Rewind! Did I mention the fellas I saw, too?
As Dennis and I made our way to West Hollywood, along with other stragglers, there were a few more sights to catch,
Including muh DAB, Bryan Thompson
Certain that we had missed the rousing speeches and words of impowerment, Dennis and I decided to resist hunger and gave our march a fitting finale.
I look back at it and think,
"With this many people in the streets, you know something is wrong and something needs to be done!"
I also look at this and think,
"How the hell am I surrounded by this many gay guys and not meet anyone???"
I swear! I probably would have met someone if I wasn't so busy taking pictures. Also, I had theater tickets for a 3:00 show and the Tony Awards to watch after... such full day making me... too busy for love.