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doniagoWent to my first-ever People's Pride on Saturday, which was kind of like normal Pride if you stripped away the corporate sponsorship and pushed it about two notches to the left for social activism, so at times it felt more rally than Pride...which I'm totally onboard for. It actually felt a bit more 'authentic' than the normal Pride, and certainly less busy and arguably overwhelming.
While getting dressed up for it I put my spandex on only to find I couldn't get the zipper on my right side to move at all. This was particularly irritating because a) I was running late, and b) I soon realized I wasn't going to be able to get a proper look at it without taking off the suit I'd just started putting on (it's not really a fun process for me). Even after getting out of it I couldn't budge the zipper, which sucked, but at least the spandex wasn't 'required'; I just ended up showing more skin than I'd intended. But after getting the suit off I started to feel the same kind of panicky I've felt when trying to put my paws on, and I needed to stand in front of my A/C for a few seconds to cool off and try to relax, which...sucked.
The event itself was a decent time though. I met a bunch of new to me (and significantly younger, but cool to engage with) furries and got some compliments on my get-up and, as I said, it felt more 'real' than the usual Pride.
One of the bigger downsides besides my evident spandex failure (but I got the zipper working again the next morning, yay!) was that because a good chunk of it was a rally before City Hall, I ended up in suit for over an hour with the sun beaming down on my head in humid weather coupled with a low air quality warning. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I didn't realize it was going to be like that. Getting out of my head afterward was quite the relief.
Oh, and predictably on my way back to the parking garage someone yelled "Faggot!" at me from the safety of their car. Because of course that happened.
Nocturne's apparently serious about inviting me to Manchester (NH) Pride, which really is basically at the end of the month. I'm not really pleased by the idea of either driving down there the day of and jumping right into Pride, or trying to drive home right afterward, so I'm kind of hoping he'll be onboard with letting me crash over two nights. If he's not, I'll have some difficult decisionmaking to do. I've already requested the Friday off work, in any case.
Aster and I got into a bit of a to-do about Pride, with him saying, "sicne the whole purpose of the Pride parade should be to show everyone that anyone and everything can be gay and just people like everyone else..and not walk the streets naked in harness and pup hood, or full BDSM gear straight out of their sex dungeon". I don't know whether he's ever even been to a Pride, but that's exactly the kind of nonsense conservatives spout, and it was very off-putting. I wouldn't have even heard from him if I hadn't messaged him, and now I'm kind of wishing I hadn't.
Told mom about my anxiety issues with my costume, and she sounded intrigued by it, though she didn't have anything to offer me in terms of advice or such, not that I expected any.
Got my follow-up periodontist appointment this week. The bottom feels fine to me; the top, less so, but recovering. Hopefully this will be uneventful.
While getting dressed up for it I put my spandex on only to find I couldn't get the zipper on my right side to move at all. This was particularly irritating because a) I was running late, and b) I soon realized I wasn't going to be able to get a proper look at it without taking off the suit I'd just started putting on (it's not really a fun process for me). Even after getting out of it I couldn't budge the zipper, which sucked, but at least the spandex wasn't 'required'; I just ended up showing more skin than I'd intended. But after getting the suit off I started to feel the same kind of panicky I've felt when trying to put my paws on, and I needed to stand in front of my A/C for a few seconds to cool off and try to relax, which...sucked.
The event itself was a decent time though. I met a bunch of new to me (and significantly younger, but cool to engage with) furries and got some compliments on my get-up and, as I said, it felt more 'real' than the usual Pride.
One of the bigger downsides besides my evident spandex failure (but I got the zipper working again the next morning, yay!) was that because a good chunk of it was a rally before City Hall, I ended up in suit for over an hour with the sun beaming down on my head in humid weather coupled with a low air quality warning. Not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I didn't realize it was going to be like that. Getting out of my head afterward was quite the relief.
Oh, and predictably on my way back to the parking garage someone yelled "Faggot!" at me from the safety of their car. Because of course that happened.
Nocturne's apparently serious about inviting me to Manchester (NH) Pride, which really is basically at the end of the month. I'm not really pleased by the idea of either driving down there the day of and jumping right into Pride, or trying to drive home right afterward, so I'm kind of hoping he'll be onboard with letting me crash over two nights. If he's not, I'll have some difficult decisionmaking to do. I've already requested the Friday off work, in any case.
Aster and I got into a bit of a to-do about Pride, with him saying, "sicne the whole purpose of the Pride parade should be to show everyone that anyone and everything can be gay and just people like everyone else..and not walk the streets naked in harness and pup hood, or full BDSM gear straight out of their sex dungeon". I don't know whether he's ever even been to a Pride, but that's exactly the kind of nonsense conservatives spout, and it was very off-putting. I wouldn't have even heard from him if I hadn't messaged him, and now I'm kind of wishing I hadn't.
Told mom about my anxiety issues with my costume, and she sounded intrigued by it, though she didn't have anything to offer me in terms of advice or such, not that I expected any.
Got my follow-up periodontist appointment this week. The bottom feels fine to me; the top, less so, but recovering. Hopefully this will be uneventful.
