I followed a rainbow into brighton
Saturday 5th August 2017
For those of you that haven't read my first ever blog post (shame on you) about Brighton Pride 2016, I suggest you start there because this is the sequel, my second pride. Firstly, I'm one of those people that wake up with plenty of time and somehow end up being ten minutes late, are you one of those people? I don't know how it happens. One minute I'm putting on my foundation and the next, I'm shoving alcohol into my bag with one shoe on as I hop to the car. That's how my pride started this year. Yes, a bit of a rocky start. In my defense, I was glitter-fying myself, a crucial part of the day any pride goer would understand. So, a mad rush into the car and to the station with my twin sister. At the station, I received some funny looks. I thought to myself 'is there something on my face?' and wracked my brain trying to work out all the reasons why people were staring at me, an ordinary person waiting for the train to Brighton. Well, it might have had something to do with the glitter on my face or the well-picked (you'll understand why later) boob top I had on. Well, it was probably a bit of both. Safe to say, I felt a little uncomfortable after that but was saved by the arrival of three other people at the platform, one of which was wearing fishnets, sequin short and a pink wig.
I was saved.
AND I felt 100% better for myself and even wished I dressed more in the spirit of Pride.
It was an uneventful train ride followed by a fifteen minute (try thirty minutes) walk to my friend's house in sweat worthy heat. I was promised rain and wore jeans to compensate, so I arrived at my friend's house (which was up a very big hill) a sweaty annoyed mess with a duffle bag full of glitter, alcohol and face paint. After a drink of Lucozade, water, and a giant pretzel I was ready for pride. We stayed in for a little bit and I got them ready (yes, my friends are rubbish and I had to do their glitter/face paint). After applying way too much glitter hairspray, we left and were on our way to Pride.
|Me and my GAYS ready for pride. |
(Jess, Tammy and Me.)
(Y'all know I had to spam snapchat and use every
filter imaginable before leaving the house.)
Firstly, if you've ever been to a pride event you know that the atmosphere is incredible. There were so many people about sporting rainbows and flags ... SHOUTOUT TO THE PERSON WITH THE PANSEXUAL FLAG ... and I have hooked already. We walked and somehow managed to get to the front of the parade. Not long later, it started and we were truly blessed with so much gayness I thought I was going to die and live on a rainbow for the rest of my life. It was fantastic.
We were stood opposite this!!!!
I didn't take that many pictures because I was dancing and competing in a sticker collecting competition with my friends - it's become a pride tradition. The parade went on for ages and honestly? It wasn't as good as the year before. There were bigger gaps and a distinct lack of music. Yes, there was lots of music but just not as much as last year. As somebody that loves to dance, especially in the middle of the street on pride, I wanted more music. That's not to say it was a waste of time. It was an amazing experience. I collected so many stickers and there were so many dogs in the parade this year. My highlight had to be the little old lady on the opposite side of the road to me. She was sat at the front in a foldaway chair eating her packed lunch as she watched the parade. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. There was also a woman with a Lil' baby very close to us. PRIDE REALLY IS FOR PEOPLE OF ANY AGE.
That's what pride it for me -as for many others obviously - a celebration of love in all its forms.
We left the parade and grabbed a burger. After eating, we bought some more food, chilled and had a party at my friend's house. There's nothing better than spending pride with your friends.
If you've never been to pride and are aching to go. PLEASE DO. You won't regret it. It's truly an indescribable experience which this blog post does not even begin to reach but words escape me in this instance (actually most of the time). Pride is the happiest event ever. It's beautiful. Everything about it makes me happy and looking at the picture above, I know I'll be attending Pride as long as I physically can, not only for me but for the whole community.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post and visit my blog, I appreciate more than I can express. From the bottom of my heart (well, I suppose there is a heart somewhere inside of me) thank you so much for the support. I love you all and I'll see you next time.