“ROGER”
Robert caught me using the WordPress ability to dictate my blog on a break from festivities at Atlanta Pride this past weekend.
As least that’s what he thinks I’m doing.
In reality, I’m checking with my personal assistant Crystalia to make sure she thinks my wooden Pride beads are hip enough for the relentless paparazzi.
She did.
Marveling as about 100,000 of our friends joined HR and me at the 2022 Atlanta Pride Parade yesterday.
Sen. Raphael Warnock showed up, accompanied by his fellow Georgia senator and friend Jon Ossoff …
As did gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams …
Side-note: There were about a dozen other candidates present, all Democrats, for various state and local offices. But there wasn’t a Republican candidate to be found. Not one. No Gov. Brian Kemp. No Herschel Walker. I wonder why.
May we all drive on toward full equality.
So Robert and I are in Atlanta this weekend for Pride. You may (or may not) know that the traditional month for Pride celebrations is June. But not in the deep South. It’s too hot! And some of our Pride might melt. October works better.
We’re staying at a very cool Airbnb near Piedmont Park where the festival is held.
We get our steps in climbing up to our suite …
And we have our very own little morning coffee spot …
Like-minded folks here.
Today, Saturday, is the Pride festival. (Tomorrow is the parade.)
Such loving, accepting and inclusive fun.
HAPPY OCTOBER PRIDE, Y’ALL!
For some reason, I have always appreciated “the view from behind.” As a child, on the first day of each school year, I was a nervous wreck waiting for the teacher to announce our seating arrangement. Front of the class? 😢 Too much exposure! Far too much responsibility to “be.” A nice, comfy seat toward the back? 😁 Perfect. I get to observe, to “see.” To breathe calmly.
In this blog category, “The View from Behind,” I invite you to join me, somewhere in the back.
I have not always been proud. As a matter of fact, it took most of a lifetime to come to terms with being gay. That designation, that reality, somehow took a hidden back seat.
But in my … EARLY senior years, I am attempting to embrace the gay joy of being gay.
My last name is Saye. And I like to say.
Here are a few pictures from yesterday, walking through the south Georgia city of Statesboro‘s mall …
May we all continue to be able to say “Gay,”
May we continue to be free to read what we choose to read. Despite Nazi-like book banning throughout our nation.
NealEnJoy 