Tower Grove Pride was beautiful.  So many proud queer people in every color and form, just out strolling, being themselves without fear.  As far as I could see, there were no incidents or harassment.  I didn’t take photos, because I didn’t feel like a tourist, I felt at home.  There were a lot of good causes and orgs being represented, as well as international foods, crafts, books, music, services, and pretty much anything.

I met up with G, who was helping get signatures and support for a pro-queer MO political petition, and we took a stroll, and met a nice black couple chilling, and some js got shared and passed around.  They hang out at the same dance/rave venues we do, and we talked music.  I admit I forgot all about the original objective of G and I going off aside to talk, because I was all jabberwocky.

After that, let’s just say I was spacing around, quite stoned, slightly lightheaded, and enjoying myself.  In the zone.  I met a dog lying completely exhausted at one of the animal booths; nothing could wake him up.  I almost tipped over getting down to pet him!  I’m a bit out of practice.

When we got the signal to meet up at the appointed pavilion, I inevitably got lost in space, circled around for quite a while, and finally found them.  I don’t know about the others, but it was a good day for me.  I slept over, actually sleeping, and picked up my dark dream saga pretty much where it had left off.  Still no closure, just a mental breakdown, a typical (not normal) night.  I don’t need weed for that!

The rare selfies were before we went.