Pride and what our bodies do naturally

Pride was great! It was the first time in a while when everyone was so hot, we all sweated in buckets and no one cared. There is something about days when sweat and sticky bodies become the consensus and no one really gives a f#@*. No one cared to smell their pits because that would exude too much energy anyway, and it was quite easy to blame it on the throng of people around who too were sweat'n away in the day's hot sun.

Afterwards, I believe the number of showers happening in this town were exponential. I could just here the grime and sweat being scrubbed away from all the queers in this town, a quite shh shh of white noise as everyone prepared for the evening events.