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Throw Me Something Mister

Those are some nice beads around your neck

Hello everyone, my name is Dorion. As a local to southeast Louisiana, Mardi Gras is always a great time to be had. I've lived near New Orleans my entire life, and I have to say that carnival time is one of the best things to experience. I started going out to Mardi Gras as a child with my family. I loved seeing the bright lights and colors of the floats and costumes. And it was even better at night, that's when the city r...

lolwriter89

What's Behind The Curtain?

Most psychics fear being exposed... however, in Madame Esmerelda's tent there is only exposure.

Justin looked around nervously at the wonderous costumes and people behind them who walked from event to event at Dingaling City's annual pride parade. This was Justin's first time, having been raised in a conservative environment that would blush at such events, as he was doing so now.  "Okay," thought Justin, "what first?"  He was trembling in the heat of the summer, his light blue cotton button-up was showing telltale...

jaded_buddha

Lost and Found

A young couple attends their first Pride parade, and they have some questions...

“Nervous?” Abby looked up at her boyfriend as the elevated train car rattled and screeched around a turn before straightening out and heading towards the loop. “What? No. Why would I be nervous?” “A million people…” She shook her head. “I can’t imagine that many in the same place at one time.” Justin nodded and laughed. “Can you imagine if they threw one of these things back home? There’d be like ten people there!” Abby s...

AylaJ

Pride

If this float is a rockin' don't come a knockin'

“Time to wake up, baby.” Her voice is soft, gentle.  My eyes lazily roll open, glazed over with fragments of last night's dream. Groaning, I pull the sheet over my face and rub my eyes with the heel of my palm, trying to shed sleep from my mind.  “Ayla.” The way she drags out my name, letting it linger on her lips, causes a tingle. “Ayla,” she says it again and I feel the warmth of her breath against my neck. I can feel h...