I only participate in gay pride festivities in cities where gay visibility is needed. I look forward to the future fag functions in my new home of Iowa City, Iowa, where hate groups à la Westboro Baptist Church still line the parade route using their inbred children as pawns. LA, New York, San Francisco: count me out; I’m not interested in the fracas.
But then there are the subsets of the major cities’ festivals. Black gay pride festivals take place in Chicago, Atlanta, Philadelphia, and this past weekend, Los Angeles Black Pride. Among day trips to the beach in Malibu and dance parties downtown, one of the pinnacle events was The Legends Ball hosted by Mother Devine Chanel and Arnold Allure of House of Chanel and House of Allure, respectively. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, wiki it or rent Paris Is Burning, but be gone until you do so. [Pics after the jump.]
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The Legends Ball was the most mind-blowing event of my six years in Los Angeles. It didn’t matter that it started two hours late (at 2am) and that every florescent light glared in the ballroom; the energy was extreme and the talent was a boggle to the brain–especially to this newbie queer cracker.
Videos under “recent activity” on my YouTube Channel.
Ms. Huntey, Welcome to the scene girl! I remember my first Ball, it was packed and the children were turning it fiercely. The glitz, the grit, the glamour, the shade, all ate my brain down! Ovah!
Love, from one unabashed faggot to another,
Rude Boy