Dykes And Lesbians To Watch Out For

BullDog · 05-29-2010, 11:49 AM

Betenoire, we have our Pride Parade and the Dyke March. The Dyke March is the night before but is separate from the "official" Pride celebration. The Dyke March is where you find all the renegades (with lots of hot kick ass femmes in the mix :

). It's kind of a protest in a way to the official Pride but part of Pride weekend also.

One year a bunch of us Portlanders were at Hobos (local gay establishment) having drinks before the Dyke March. We were having so much fun we almost missed the march. Fortunately Lips noticed we are almost late and led the charge. We ended up running through the march instead of watching it.

My cell phone went off and I thought it might be some of the contingent, so I answered. It was my mother. She was calling to tell me what a good time she had with my brother in Washington, D.C. So I spent the last part of the march nodding and saying "yes Mom sounds great" as I kept running through downtown Portland in the march and trying to keep up with my friends and the dykes.

05-29-2010, 11:49 AM	#11
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