Gay! Gay! Gay!

I have some images and thoughts to share about Gay Pride in New York City, which is still on-going as I type here in the West Village. I will share my thoughts and images later, or tomorrow, even though my track record suggests that when I say I will do something later, it as is doomed an enterprise as the Titanic. 


Earlier, I stepped outside and was just in time to revive a dying gay dog! The poor mite was being tugged along by concerned owners 1 and 2, who were — perhaps — brother and sister. The dog, a Pekingese, sat down with a thought bubble over its head which contained the words "EXTREME HEAT EXHAUSTION." So I watered it and fetched a bowl from the faucet.


"Don't tell him it's a c-a-t bowl," I mock-whispered to the owners. Number 1 was as cute a lesbian as I have seen in, oh, a block and a half. And number 2, taller, and a boy, appeared to be the Oxford English Dictionary definition of "twink." I wish I'd had my camera right then, because as the revived dog trotted off happily, I noticed it was wearing a studded leather collar and leash.