NYC Pride 2009 was absolutely great but man oh man I am not a fit woman. I was wasted by the end of the evening and pushed myself way too hard to the point that I became sick. At a busy street. Sorry tree.

It took my back to past Prides where I spent the wee hours of the morning dehydrated, dry heaving after another night of drinking and drugging. But that’s not my life anymore. It hasn’t been since June 29 1997. 12 years ago I was taken to a meeting, dirty, hungover and began my road to a life while not perfect I would not trade for anything in the world.

Saturday Mikey and I were hanging out with friends and while I was laughing at the silliness, I had to marvel on how Mikey, even in her years of living and loving in the big bad city, could still retain an optimism, a lack of malice and just a basically good outlook on the world and humanity. It was this that drew me to her, a desire for sunshine in the dark jaded viewpoint I tend to favor and I’m so glad that on June, 29, 2003, we exchanged rings to vow to share the best part of ourselves for the rest of our lives.