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A Dark Cloud
Written on 2002-06-30, at 1:57 a.m.
dizboy's disturbing daily diet...

1 Order Beef with Green Peppers in Brown Sauce

1 Egg Roll

1 Large Peanut Butter, Banana, Honey, and Ice Cream Smoothie (Only 875 calories)

2 Rolls with Tuscan Olive Oil

1 Salad with Romaine Lettuce, Olives, Feta Cheese, Cucumbers, and Tomatoes in a Red Wine Vinegarette

1 Glass 1995 Cabernet Sauvignon

1 8oz. Filet Mingion

1 Flourless Chocolate Cake with Vanilla Bean Gelato

2 Sour Apple Martinis

John Live*

This picture is dedicated to Daniel.

Because he likes long sleeves.

*Not at all live

Just a disclaimer...this entry isn't funny, it's not witty, it's actually pretty depressing. If you don't want to change your opinion of me, you might want to not read on.
Happy Pride.

Today was the Central Florida Pride parade.

Which I was a part of, not because I have any pride in the pitiful Orlando gay community, but because Universal had a "float" in the parade.

And by float, of course I mean a convertible Mitsubishi Eclipse with a fourth-rate drag queen in the back.

Pretty much, we looked pathetic.

Which was really embarrassing.

Universal's new catchphrase is "WE WILL WIN!", supposedly meaning that we'll rise to the challenge of Disney, and come out on top.

Let's see, shall we...we had a car, a bad drag queen, leftover Mardi Gras beads, and a brass band that had nothing on them at all to identify that they were with Universal Orlando.

I had to chase down a reporter who had been talking to them to make sure she noted that they were from Universal.

And what did Disney have?

A horse drawn stagecoach with cast members in full costume, followed by at least 75 gay and lesbian Disney employees with shirts bearing the Walt Disney World logo, as well as the logo of the gay and lesbian employee organization.

All handing out....Mickey balloons.

Why did they have all that?

Because their Community Relations department isn't run by tight-assed cheapskates.

And what are people going to remember from the parade?

Certainly not the mediocre offering I was a part of.

I hate sounding so negative, especially about the company I work for, but it makes me absolutely insane to see things like this going on.

We might as well have not even had an entry in the parade for all the PR it got us.

This sounds so terrible, but I honestly felt embarrassed to be a part of that.

There were little boutiques with better floats than us.

Little stores.

That put together a better looking parade entry.

Than a multi-million dollar entertainment conglomerate.

I know, not I'm just whining.

But whatever, I'm pretty much over most everything that has to with homosexuality anymore.

I've resigned myself to the fact that I'll never be in a meaningful relationship in this town.

I reassure myself of this as I watch uneducated, ignorant losers with no direction in their lives skip happily around with their equally vapid boyfriends.

I do this as I wonder where I've gone wrong.

What did I do to get looked over?

Was I too smart?

Too unwilling to budge on what I think I deserve?

Certainly not too intimidating.

I'm at these massive-scale events, with thousands of people, and not so much as a glance.

I don't even have the energy to worry about it anymore.

Fuck pride, and fuck love.


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