A day to be gay

Last weekend up in our neck of the woods was the annual "Day To Be Gay" festival for Sullivan County. Sort of the Gay Pride for up that way. This was our first year going as, lets face it, Jeff and I are just about gay everyday, but we'd heard good things about the get together from last year so we thought we'd give it a go this time around. It was a fun day in the sun with good people, no drama, and some good entertainment. I mean, we're still trying to figure out how much they paid to get Lypsinka up there, but it made the festival pretty cool. It was all laid back, sitting on blankets and lawn-chairs around the stage and eating picnic food off paper plates. The poor teenage, skater bois who'd set up their jumping ramps on the basketball court next to us didn't know what to make of the performing drag queens and all the homo hand holding and queer talk but they pretty much left us alone so it didn't matter. So then the local paper does a story in this week's edition and not only did they incorrectly identify Yolanda as Lypsinka (I mean, really!), but apparently we're still living in 1973 when it was OK to call drag queens, transvestites. I can't WAIT for the editorial backlash in next week's paper from all the shocked, conservative locals who had no idea not only were there gays living in and among them, but a shitload (as the day's festival goers were numbered somewhere between 400-500 people) of gays in a very rural, very unpopulated county.