Kjoy'sLife in the Sr Lane

PART II: Priding as an SR does not mean keeping our dignity! Hi all sweet lovelies! My great Pride 2011 story continues from the first post . . .

So my first blog was all about dealing with getting past our SR phobias – weight, wrinkles, and wondering where our youth went. Okay, it’s fine to cling to the past to a point, but it’s better to cling to your Depends or pads and dance the night away! No really! We do not owe the young hotties anything! If anything they owe us and our amazing predecessors, a dance! THESE womyn and men are my heroines/heroes. And some are SOOOO sexy to this day! The boys and girls today have no idea what it took to give them such freedoms. Okay. I’m off the soapbox.

Dancing is better than anti-depressants: Okay, I lied and I promised I wouldn’t. I lied. Get over it. Truth is even I take these even-out-your-life drugs (thank you Dr. Jacobson out of Northridge Hospital. You are da man!), but it’s because I don’t get out and let go and sweat the sh*t of life out! Dancing is one of the best drugs – ever!

I don’t care if you dance in the living room with no one around, ballroom, tango, or do your country’s traditional moves, just do it. I LOVE to just turn on the jams at home and groove (sometimes dressed, sometimes not! TMI?). I’m lucky that my wife Corinne, and the dogs, often join me to shake-it to trance to rock n’ roll (Concrete Blonde is her constant pick). We just imagine we’re on a dance floor and go.

Try it, you’ll like it: Don’t think of what ANYONE thinks on your dancing style (lgbtSr blogger, Rick Rose, is the KING of letting it go!). Once you get used to letting it jiggle and dangle, roll, etc. you’re ready to finalize your Pride experience. As I said, for us, it was Mickey’s hands-down (have no idea if that mean anything to the boys).

Mickey’s is always hot: As Weho Pride winded down, and the parade ended, the hot bods were everywhere. They chose to unwind at Mickey’s.

When we got to Mickey’s it was already packed, but since it was Pride, instead being a reason to go home early and watch “Golden Girls” and “Will & Grace,” we sashayed through the throngs of passersby to Mickey’s where the thong’d go-go boys were grinding it and the dance floor called my name. Dancing Nazi let it go: Corinne and I danced until sweating, which was great for the pores, and being that I’m still in mynopause and having hot flashes on a dance floor, it goes unnoticed. Loved it!

SRs hot ‘n workin’ it: As I looked around me on the dance floor I smiled at all the SRs groovin’ it to Mickey’s great DJs. No matter our ‘vintage moves’ we were workin’ the floor, getting looks of interest, and more you naughty-ones! For a short time we were young again, and lovin’ it!

Recovery: the morning after: The next a.m. Corinne started her workday way early, and though she thought to not going in, somehow she pulled it together and drove-off into early light of dawn. I curled-up with the dogs and went back to sleep. When I did get up, I immediately downed Advil, drank water, and ate a light breakfast. It was only then, as my body fell back into its slightly overweight shape, that I felt the tightness of my back, the ache of swelling feet, and then screamed when I looked in the mirror at my face with mashed make-up (I looked like Alice Cooper) staring back at me.

After the initial shock, I observed my “goth-esque” mascara on top of ever-increasing lines, and smiled. “Damn that was fun!” Later on in the day, Corinne texted me the same sentiment. We agreed that, though we’ve aged and slowed down, we took on Pride as if prizefighters and knocked-it-out. And now looking at the pictures I can truly say we were not alone. All those SRs I’d seen and met? I guarantee they rocked-it into the morning light as we did with a smile. Maybe next year I’ll go to the tanning booth. But then, maybe not. Til’ next time: Forget your age and go for it! I’ve learned this later than I anticipated, and lovin’ every adventure!