Kilts, Sparkles and Too Much Cock

Hmm, I think my Mum/cousin reads this, so pretend that filthy word in the title is a hilarious acronym. Go on, it's easy. There.

The official site with lots of pictures is here. You can switch it to English if it comes up in Swedish.

Here's one:



So, Ash and I went along to the Stockholm Pride March the other day. As soon as we got there, I realised that I wasn't wearing anything colourful or covered in sparkles, which seemed to be a standard. Whoops. I guess the faded Nanowrimo t-shirt isn't terribly festive. There were many, many wild and wacky characters about the place, including (but not limited to) :

• A troupe of guys wearing scanty kilts covered in sparkles (one who looked extremely familiar, although I couldn't place him) who ran around flashing the crowd as we marched down the streets of Stockholm. I should have glanced away, but no, I saw... it. Several times. Give me a shudder.
  
• A supposedly famous drag queen who was dressed in white, and who kept posing as she walked. At one point, she smushed Ash into her breasts for a bunch of people taking photos. Hee.
• A couple of Malaysian ladyboys decked out like peacocks with huge feathery capes. Actually, there may have been a woman in there, as one of them had a lone feather taped to each nipple.
• A score of girls walking around with masking tape over their nipples and shorts, nothing else. One of them had the tape on her back instead...
• A truck full of people stripped to the waist and painted bright red, dancing to Eurovision songs while blowing bubbles.
• A girl with massive angel wings riding around on a white horse.
  
• A pretty blonde girl in a long green dress with beautiful eye make-up like butterfly wings covering all around her eyes. Very cool.
• A gaggle (or is it a yarr?) of pirate folk. There were a couple of very convincing Jack Sparrows. Brilliant stuff. They were singing chanties in the park before we left.

Of course there were thousands upon thousands of people just walking in the parade, waving rainbow flags and generally having a good time. It was my very first pride march (I always had to bloody work when Midsumma was on in Melbourne) and I had a brilliant time watching everything happen.

Pity it was stinking hot and my tooth was rather sore. We ducked out towards the end and went for a kebab.

Ooh! A photo with us in it! (We think...) Ok, so you'll have to blow this one up.




Here's a final image for you. (This one is Ash's favourite.) Hee hee.