Sunday, March 02, 2008
Confessions of a professional homosexual part 2118
Oops! I forgot to go to the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras! Fancy that. What a bad, bad homosexual I am, to miss a parade of exhibitionists, body fascists and a party dominated by dull house music and muscle marys drugged up to the gills on crystal meth and disco biscuits. Oh well. maybe next year...
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Oh, so not worth my while coming over for then? ;-)
Nah - our gaming conventions, on the other hand...
Labels: 2008, cult, culture, drugs, gay, Mardi Gras, music
Well, I’m sure there are one or two glazed looks involved, but isn’t cult taking the hyperbole a bit far?
You grumpy old man you!
Of course, never having been to MG I couldn’t venture an opinion.
Grumpy, moi? Over when coming down or viciously hungover, surely!
I think you're being too harsh Richard. When I lived in Sydney and saw the mardi gras, what stood out to me was all the little community groups which obviously do have a lot of problems -- like teenage youth in country towns etc -- you of all people should be able to appreciate that. I think it would be great to see these things if you came from Hicksville and you were an isolated 15 year old. It must be like a whole new world. As for all the other stereotyped camp stuff -- well, its only part of it.
Too harsh? Guilty as charged, Conrad, without doubt - can you tell I wasn't exactly in a cheerful and happy place when I wrote this blog post? *grin*
Kylie? Daannii? Did someone say Minogue?! Are they on a float? Where, where?!!!
I haven't watched the parade in a few years. I found the parade was much the same year after year. Judging by the news clips of this year's parade it wasn't much different this year. However I acknowledge earlier comments that new groups have found the opportunity to join in.
Having been to two Mardi Gras now I can see your point, but just one question Mr Watts.
Whats the difference betweeen those of us who marched in the Melbourne Pride March and those who marched in Sydney?
It's all they have :-)
The difference, I think, DUP, is that Melbourne's Pride March refuses to become a glam, shallow exercise in spectacle, and has keep its roots. Sydney, conversely, tends to dye its roots.
Ah well, in Iran we get hung, Russia set upon by thugs while the police watch, Saudi Arabia we get lashed and in Sydney we get freedoms beyond belief to be whoever we want to be..........like whoever we want to be exhibitionists or not, how amazings that!
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