The least interesting thing about me

Pride Month bores me.
I am old, grumpy, and gay 365/year.
I only ever went to a Pride Parade once when my dear friend David twisted my arm & treated me to a wildly splendid (albeit rainy) night in Boystown that concluded with David giving me a peck on the cheek as he loaded my drunk ass into a cab, paid the driver, and said, “It’s just like the end of Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”

Just like.