Next weekend is the big Gay Pride Parade in NYC. Since I am gay and kinda-sorta still run in "Gay" circles, I tend to see the pomp and circumstance of it all. Honestly, I am really just alluding to the fact that the gyms are going to be busy.

All the regular gymrats will be there putting the final touches on that body they have sculpted so intensely so that they look fabulous this week. There will also be that set of gay men who never ever really commited to the gym OR any exercise routine for that fact BUT have a gym membership. They will be there with the hopes that a week's worth of pumping iron will achieve the Adonis-like physique they crave, in more ways than one.

Also in attendance will be a large set of out-of-towner's. They come in with their overly-tanned and surprisingly-sculpted bodies. These are the boys who basically travel from "gay" town to "gay" town attending all these functions. What the fuck do they do for a living? And can I do it too? This set have been attending Pride events all over the world this month. Just the thought tires me.

Sometimes I wonder what else could be accomplished if we used the energy we expend in the gym for other reasons. Not that the heterosexual community does not waste it's energy on silly narcissitic endeavours but they aren't trying to win some basic human rights like we are. Maybe the gym is a way for us to try to fit in. In a world where vanity is the most-treasured commodity, maybe us showing up at a public function looking fabulous will help our cause.

For some reason, I am not sure that really makes me proud. Later.  ¶ 8:34 AM