The 2018 NYC Gay Pride March was exhausting as hell, but I made it out alive and with some great pictures I'm happy to share, as always.
I had to arrive at 10:30 a.m. as part of the amfAR crew, only to find they had no size L shirts — and they weren't black this year, but rainbow colors.
Rainbow colors are great, except they show sweat, and it was 88 degrees and partly sunny, gulp. Basically, it was tit-sweat pride for me all the way.
I immediately began weaving throughout the streets in Chelsea (new route this year) in search of celebs and other fun photo subjects. Just when I was about to give up, I was served Billie Jean King, living legend and one of the march's four grand marshals, the others being Lambda Legal as an entity, trans activist Tyler Ford and OutRight Action International's Caribbean-based advisor/exec director of ECADE, Kenita Placide.
Feeling better about grabbing the biggest star of the show, I quickly located RuPaul's Drag Race alums Dusty Ray Bottoms, Miz Cracker, and Season 10's Top 4. Everyone looked stunning, especially my favorite, Aquaria, to whom I pantomimed that I love her the most, eliciting a sweet thanks.
I was trying to meet up with an actor who might be a match for Boy Culture: The Series, but kept failing. In the meantime, I encountered dreamy Internet personalities Max Emerson & Andrés Camilo, and then found nirvana with Alexander Wang's Trojan condoms-themed float, whose slogan was PROTECT YOUR WANG. My good friend is obsessed with Wang, and when I texted him a candid of the designer, he texted me back FUCK. YOU.
Wang was sweet, posing for me, and was gen in providing the parade's sexiest coterie of rump-shaking go-go men, including one with whom I became embarrassingly obsessed. He worked that crowd shamelessly, and I allowed myself to be worked shamelessly right along with it. I'm a sucker for ... well, in this case, I guess I'm just a sucker.
The bummer about Wang was that even though I took tons of pics and helped get the attention of a woman he was trying to flag down, I was flatly denied my only request — one of the parade shirts they were tossing out. My friend would have loved one, but when I asked the woman she said no as if I'd casually asked her to remove her tampon for me to smoke. Another guy gave me a similarly flat no, and their excuse was the shirts had to be thrown to the crowds, not handed to anyone. Except, of course, all the dancers' friends. Whatever. It was the only uncheerful moment of any Pride day I can remember in years.
Keep reading for over 200 pictures from the march. I missed Lady Gaga (who popped out of an SUV for 20 seconds, unannounced) and the politicians (Cynthia Nixon and Andrew Cuomo and Bill de Blasio, most notably), but I got everyone else as well as a sunburn for the ages ...