Pictures are coming, I promise. Wait until I get home later this week. Some pictures may be NSFW, so be forewarned.
Riding in the SF Gay Pride parade was FANTASTIC!!! I looked hot HOT HOT in my black bustier, leopard print miniskirt and matching pillbox hat. Little black gloves and boots, fishnet tights and serious rhinestones completed the outfit.
E and I walked from our hotel to the staging area at the Embarcadero end of Market street, where we met up with my ride, Medussa and her Honda Valkyrie. Photographers were strolling up and down the street. I had my photo taken several times. Most of the photos E and I took were of the pre-parade preparations
We didn’t have to wait too long before the engines roared and the Dykes on Bikes pulled into position, ready to start off the parade. Medussa and I were middle of the pack. Another mechanical roar from mostly Harleys and we were off. The crowd exploded with cheers as we headed down Market Street. They were smiling and waving for us! Waves of adulation just kept coming and coming.
I perched sidesaddle on the back of Medussa’s Valkyrie, my legs crossed demurely at the ankle. With one hand I held onto the bike, but with the other hand I waved wildly, doing my best parade wave (elbow, elbow, wrist wrist wrist). I had a huge grin plastered on my face the entire time. My cheeks grew sore from smiling and my shoulder tired from waving, but I just couldn’t stop. It was overcast and chill but I didn’t feel a thing.
What I liked best was picking someone out of the crowd and holding eye contact as we rolled by. Lots of waves and thumbs up. I blew kisses. Medussa said she got more cheers than ever because I was riding side saddle, showing off my legs. She said I set a new standard and from here on out, her passengers for the parade will have to ride side saddle – even next year when she plans to invite Ron Dellums, the mayor of Oakland.