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Pride and Go Seek

My weave fell out, my lashes gone, I walked proudly with the trans-flag and couldn’t have given a damn that I looked a hot mess.

Story by Shay Neary - imshaybutta@gmail.com Photos and video by Alessandro Magi and Lora Wiley

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Picture it… It was New York City, June 2013. It was a time when women were women and men were… Well… The men were women as well. 🙂 Oh! Sophia from the “Golden Girls” always had a good start to a story, didn’t she? Speaking of “Golden Girls”, they came back from the grave for NYC Pride parade as huge cardboard cutout heads attached to lame golden jumpsuits as dancing crotch guards. You see the most interesting shit at Pride. Last year, I wrote an article for CBK about my first Pride in NYC called Shay Pride. A year has passed and I’m here to give a new taste of “perspective” for my readers.

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

NYC Pride is one of biggest parades in the world. This year alone there were 368 groups that walked. That’s eleven avenues of people being let out, one avenue after the next. Plus, that’s just the participants, not including the spectators, police, volunteers, and organizers for the parade. It’s a mad house, a fucking absolute madhouse! They seem to be EXTREMELY organized, but a little too security heavy for my liking to be honest—way too many cops for my taste. I don’t like cops to begin with. Not to say that cops aren’t good people because they can be, but I find that there are a lot more pigs than cops. They are assholes because they know they are the law and that they can use that to their advantage instead of being symbols of outstanding help and knowledge in the community, as well as upholding the law.

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Not everyone is a criminal, so please stop treating us like we are about to rob the 7-Eleven every five minutes. Thanks so much! I’m not a terrorist because I want to cross the metal fence because my group is across the street, I just don’t wish to walk back the four blocks in heels to walk another four to the other side of the street. Be a dear and escort me across like a gentleman, because I’m a performer carrying an eight-foot flagpole with two tons of hair and makeup attached to me. Thanks NYPD… NOT! I got across the street with no help from them.

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

I walked with the UDGLBT (Upper Delaware Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender Group) again this year, but with a very different outlook. I had walked in pride a novice, had a great time, and met some new friends. This year, I was prepared. I had a color guard flagpole, twirling gloves and a transgender flag. I had on sandals; heels last year gave me enough blisters to never wear them again, unless I’m on a float. 🙂 It was a very hot day, thank god I had on milk of magnesia and hairspray under and over my makeup or I would have been a puddle. I walked the walk and twirled like a pro, until the rain, of course… Goddamn rain!

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

There were lots of glamorous creatures in the parade this year, from Miss Trans International Pageantry, Christie Quinn, BASL (Big Apple Softball League), Christie Quinn, The Gay Men’s Chorus, Christie Quinn, Flaming Saddles (Gay Rodeo Bar), Christie Quinn, The Crew from Ru Paul’s “Drag Race”, Christie Quinn, Seniora (A NYC local known to all gay people) and many, many, many bank sponsors. This made me very nervous… Like, why do we need gay banks? Btw, did I mention Christie Quinn? 🙂 I swear to you, it was like she signed up for multiple organizations like “Orphans for the Gay Liberation”, “The New York Cross-dressing Society” and “NY BSDM Culture Group”, but only people with Christie Quinn showed up… There were so many damn signs for her, we should have just called the event “The Quinn Political Parade for GLBT Supporters”. She is a hot mess, looking like some Connecticut housewife and flaunting her pearls off to the gays with all her “white” supporters.

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

There were lots of fleshys as usual! But even more now that NYC passed a law that it’s not illegal for a woman to take off her top in public. So there were breasts a plenty to go around. I always love the body queens (drag queens who depend on being extremely fleshy) because they come out in feather headdresses and hardly anything on their bodies like its carnival. I didn’t see the men in Tutu’s this year, which was slightly disappointing. It was probably because we were in the last ave. sections to walk. Damn those sponsors, Vitamin Water and Verizon, in the front of the parade. I did, however, love the Chipotle “Burrito Bull”. It was behind us in the parade and it could sure put a spin in my guacamole. 🙂

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Over all, it was a grand ole time and the show must go on. My weave fell out, my lashes gone, I walked proudly with the trans-flag and couldn’t have given a damn that I looked a hot mess. Just that I was walking with good people, in a good thing, after one of the biggest gay liberation acts was passed four days before. Oh and btw, gay or straight… Everybody loves Cher! Kisses!

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Lora Wiley

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Photo © Lora Wiley

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

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Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

Photo © Alessandro Magi

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