About 15 years ago, I moved into my studio apartment in Chelsea. This was the start of what was to become one of the most amazing times in my life.

Like anything that defines a moment, it was truly a coming together of various things. I was making some decent money. I was in one of the best shapes of my life. I was in my mid-twenties. I was beginning to discover myself.

I remember thinking that Gay Pride weekend was one to celebrate. And boy did I. There wasn't a party I did not attend. I was everywhere. I was having too much fun for one person. I had an entourage of boys. And they were just so much fun. And on top of that, they were all beautiful. I was out there celebrating. Showing my Pride.

So, what now? I am settled down with the love of my life. Home by 10:00pm after a night of dinner and drinks with a great friend. A lesbian friend, no doubt. My drug of choice is wine. And food. Lots of food. I am in one of the best shapes of my life I am the big 4-0. Things could scarcely be better.

Now that is showing your Pride. Happy Gay Pride to everyone out there. Live loud. Live true. Live Proud. Later.  ¶ 11:28 PM