I was not at Pride in SF. My mate said he didn’t want to go, and I didn’t want to go by myself. So I stayed out late on Saturday with some friends watching movies, then I turned off my phone and slept until noon.
Then I turned on my phone when I got up to find fifty thousand messages from my mate saying he’s going to Pride, that I should get up and go. Then another message that he’s going by himself.
I could have met him there, but really I didn’t want to go. I’m really turned off by conglomerations of people waving their disgusting flabby meat hooks in the air and bragging about how they prefer having sex with people of their same gender. Really, people disgust me in general. Oops, I’m not supposed to say that. I take it all back. I love people and my job and I want to be a good boy and get along with everyone.