"Homo Sex" are my new favorite words. Speak them with a Southern twang.
So I revamped my LJ layout before I completely and utterly lost interest in it. It's just going to stay this way, perpetually under construction, kinda like the 22 freeway.

Finals week for everyone! (I'm pointedly ignoring everybody who've been done with school two weeks ago) I feel lucky because all my teachers have been "Well, we're technically giving you a final because we're required to, but really just show your ass up and bring yummy food and you'll pass." Hooray for art classes, neh?

The only classes I have to study for are Old Testament and New Testament. If you guys wondered where I was the past five months, the answer lies in the Bible. ...seriously, I've been reading the Bible. The New Testament is the most boring thing I've ever read in my life. (Paul is boring. D: Jesus is slightly less so, but only because he verbally abuses his mother.) The Old Testament, on the other hand, is wonderful and poignant and I'm dying for someone to make an HBO miniseries out of Judges. Also, Ecclesiastes makes me want to get a tattoo.

I was at LA Pride this weekend with Jo, Pi, Betty, and Betty's friend Marcus. I got mostly shitty pictures, though oddly enough, the ones that did come out passably-well featured lots and lots of glistening male flesh and a Japanese loli.


We left at 8am, went to the swap meet at Fairfax High School for a couple hours, then went to pick up Pi in Westwood. She took us to a Nijiya where we bought snacks and bento lunches for the parade.

Almost the entire stretch of Santa Monica Blvd in WeHo was blocked off, and unless you want to pay $20 for event parking, you'd have to find a residential street. After about 40 minutes of circling WeHo/Beverly Hills, we finally found a parking spot (ONE, SINGLE parking spot) about two miles away from the festivities.

Walking there wasn't that bad though. We needed the exercise, and we saw really hot biker chicks on the way there. :D

The first thing we saw when we got there were protesters:


I don't know why they bother.


That woman literally showered me with free Altoid samples.


Close-up! I laugh everytime I see this guy. Why is that guy in the back covered with suds? The world may never know.


Um...


UM..... yeah. Sorry for this picture guys. But fatty looked like he was having so much fun smearing paint all over himself, that I actually wanted to join in.


A Pride parade isn't complete without a YMCA float.


Close-up: Pi, Jo, and an afro-guy's thrusting crotch. (I like the Indian, he looks like he's having great fun too~)


I love it when families bring their children. This Japanese family next to us is especially cute. I think I took more pictures of them taking pictures than I did of the parade...


:D She's so cute.


That paddle the loli is holding? It's a spank stick. It has "Spank Someone Happy" printed on it. I wanna have children now, just so I can take them to Prides.

More stuff I didn't take pictures of: really hot dykes on really hot bikes (I almost swooned~), our yummy o-bentos from Nijiya, our bags of swag, SYNCHRONIZED DISNEY DANCERS!!!, and lots and lots of people in leather g-strings.