Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
Ok, so I should be writing a very long post about yesterday’s Gay Pride, all the more as I haven’t posted anything all day. But I haven’t got much to say. I took pictures so I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time, but they’re not quite interesting, because, basically, there wasn’t much to be pictured. The thing lacked some party—I think it was on purpose, so it would look more political, and I even think I wrote the exact same thing last year, but it’s still true. (Maybe I shouldn’t have arrived late and missed the first two or three hours: it always becomes more dull towards the end.) And there wasn’t enough sun because of the itinerary they had been given this year. And I didn’t find my soulmate! (Well, we were 500,000, so it’s understandable he could have missed me.)
Soon, maybe, a few pictures from that session, but, well, there’s not much to be done with them, so I’m not sure there’s any point. There weren’t even many nude men on the floats (and there weren’t many festive floats at all, as I already told) so, really, there’s not much to be done.
Oh, I forgot the after gay pride: the whole Marais open all night long, and the night spent with two Belgians including a renowned blogger, and thanks to that I didn’t come home as depressed as I usually do after a gay pride.