Friday, July 22, 2011

Ok Im BACK.... I have a lot to say but Im gonna do it in installments... the first part is Madrid Pride, and why my body is a giant middle finger.:





So I'm on the flight back from my three weeks in Europe traveling from Madrid to Paris, then to Brussels and Brugge, then back to Paris then back to Madrid.
The first leg of the trip was Madrid to celebrate Madrid Pride with both old friends who were veterans to the experience and friends who were virgins to the MIND SCRAMBLE that is Madrid Pride. I've written about Madrid pride before and (ps. reading those previous two pieces of my experience of Madrid Pride for a first and then second time I can see Ive grown SO MUCH FOR THE BETTER?!) I can say without a doubt it is the best pride experience on earth, if only because it doesnt feel like any kind of pride you've ever experienced before. I use the word experienced over seen because unlike any other pride you're not standing on the sidelines watching random special interest groups, that you're not especially interested in or you be a member already, trot by semi unhappily. Madrid pride comes down the street like a lava flow red hot and glowing swallowing everything in it's path and lighting it on FIYAH! Most prides I've experienced I usually feel like I have nothing to do with these people and actually feel less sense of a community then I did before the parade, but Madrid pride is completely immersive. It consumes you. Hundreds of thousands of people converging to celebrate freedom. Most of the crowd is straight but they are genuinely cheering for the gays. Spain after being repressed by dictator Franco sees Madrid Pride as more then just a gay thing but also a great big happy "UP YOURS" to oppressive conservative hate. I of course love this. It's like punk done right. I've always thought being a clear and present homosexual was actually beyond punk. You don't see punks with Tina Turner buttons on their vest because even punks are afraid of being gay. Punks, rebels, any "alternative" identity doesn't take the balls it does to be an out homosexual. They dont have to worry about being beat up for holding hands, and dont develop a biting wit, amazing style, or giant muscle to combat oppression. Being gay is noble, transgressive, establishes a strong sense of self, holds a mirror up to the status quo and forces them to look inward. For most of straight culture "gay" makes so many so uncomfortable for so many reasons.... And they all deserve it. Every time they see a gay, they have to imagine what its like to be one, its hard to take.... no do it for a LIFETIME and you can know what its like to be gay. Out and gay for me is REVENGE. My body is a giant middle finger to those hateful heterosexuals ( who if they hate gays it seems are usually actually GAY THEMSELVES, and not straight so I shouldnt bad mouth all straight people and of course most are cute and I accept them) and probably the main reason, even over attraction, that I display it so often and freely. It's an acceptable way of celebrating yourself, dealing with rage, and combating hate, and enjoying life to the fullest. This is why I relate to Madrid pride. We understand one another. They say more then being loved people want to be UNDERSTOOD, and with Madrid pride I have great understanding which is why I love it so much. You see dads with kids on their shoulders wearing matching rainbow wigs, straight guys with rainbows painted on their stomach, all mixed in with the usual gay pride Who-ha. To me it feels like a big "thank you" from the straights and a "don't tread on me moment" to conservative establishment. Combine that with an amazing climate, affordable hotels, and an endless parade of the hottest men and you see why it's become the best pride on earth. Madrid pride has changed my life.
This was my third year in a row and the best one by far, which shocks me as I become so excited about it I can have the tendency to be disappointed because I just anticipate SO MUCH but amazingly it delivered. This year I convinced my friends Bradford and his bf Georgi to come. Bradford is many things but none of them would define subtle. Bradford is the "loud American" but in the best way possible. He celebrates life with bold use of color, strong words, and excessive spending BUT he's never rude. Confrontational yes, rude or tacky no. He's become one of my best friends because of this. I think we both understand the importance to LIVE, and we both encourage the exercise of whatever it takes to make sure were doing it, and doing it well. This practice though can sometimes be a lot to take if you're not prepared, or not American, or more precisely not from the East Coast. Our excitement could be perceived as loud, brash, or obnoxious and its not hard for us to bowl over more timid breeds. So as excited as I was for one of my best friends to come I was also a teeny bit leery as my best friends from the uk and Europe would be there and I wasn't sure if they would be prepared for the PUNCH AND JUDY PUPPET ROUTINE that is the "Bradford and David show" ... It can be a bit much.... We even have matching caps with our names embroidered across them.. Yeah we get gross that way, but don't hate, you know we look cute in them?!
It turned out that Bradford was a hit. He exercised some restraint and he genuinely ended up becoming friends with my euro friends which meant a ton to me. I dunno why but I guess somewhere in my heart/mind I want a big happy family and somehow everyone not only getting along but actually having a great time had me glowing. Happy unicorns prancing in a valley... All of us from different places but all enjoying each others company and running about willy nilly.... Sparkling rainbow bliss. We had a Frenchman, a Bulgarian, an Australian, a British slut, a Lebanese dude( who I think experienced such love at the event it inspired him to come out to his family, not a small feat when you come from a place where people
throw rocks at your head), two more handsome frenchman, an adorable and sexy sicilian, a Spanish bull with hes Swedish titan boyfriend and then the three of us from the east coast (Massachusetts, Maryland and New York) later we'd add two brazillians and a South African and an Algerian to the mix. Pure harmony....The night was going so well?!.....SO WHY DID I DECIDE TO TRY COKE AGAIN?! I think I've tried it three times, but this time I learned coke is NOT CUTE for me. For whatever reason I don't get all fierce and 80s and confident and chatty. I get PANIC ATTACKS?! It's NOT FIERCE and I decided to record myself for six minutes why I go on and on in a cokey banter about how I must NEVER snort a bump of coke again!! Though I should probably turn the recording into a dance track because it'd be major. I'm happy about not being able to take coke though because I don't wanna be into it.
Aside from the 45 minutes of COLUMBIAN PANIC the rest of the weekend was heaven, but I have to be honest the rest of the weekend was a blur! I think I was just SO excited about it that my mind was just spinning. It wasn't until it was over that I realized "oh my god my entire year revolves around this holiday?! Holy shit I've rediscovered what Christmas felt like." and then suddenly it was over.... Ugh?! No it can't be!! The happy valley of me and my unicorn friends had disbanded! The Kuddle Klub, an uber exclusive bed time club I established with my roomates was over... FOREVER because the only other member besides me was my friend Tim who is moving back to Australia in a week and who knows when I will ever see him again!? Noooooooo!!! We had a logo and a mascot and everything!?! It was Kuddle Klub written in bubble letters with the "Kuddle Klub Koala" klinging to the K?! Knowing this was ending was a Komplete Katasrophe!
I can honestly say I've never felt like I did after the weekend was over. It honestly felt like a dream. I could not remember the details, I could barely remember the basic facts.. I honestly think I didn't want it to end so bad and that I have such a hard time saying goodbye that I just created a mental block on the entire thing. Like if I couldn't have it any longer I wasn't gonna have it at all because if I did remember it all, it would just be too hard to live without. We ended up staying and extra day but inevitably it had to end And I packed up my things and headed to Paris... TO BE CONTINUED... p.s During the days everyone goes to this public pool, THATS FREEZING, and you eat watermelon and drink sangria or lemon icees, and its pure joy...




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9 comments:

Gregory said...

You're back...woo hoo! Missed your fun posts while you were gone, this certainly makes up for the time off. Great pics, as always you look fabulous!!!

Sue said...

All I can say is "Wow!" What a wonderful narrative!

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David Mason said...

Thanks for reading Sue!

James said...

Don't be sad it's over. If every day were Christmas it wouldn't be magic. Memories of moments like this get even better with time.

Jim said...

:) Enjoyed reading and then enjoyed the video! Thanks!

Leprechaunvict said...

Oh David Mason you are a beautiful, talented, and funny man! I love reading your posts. I have to be honest with you and say I'm a fairly short, kinda chubby kinda hairy little bear- and I'm fine with that!-- so I can't see myself ever getting any Slick It Up gear (thought the stuff is GORGEOUS!) but I love your Vader blog. I just got back home to Toronto a few days ago after 10 days for my first ever time in Ptown (for Bear Week)-- and while the experience was obviously in many ways very different-- I know EXACTLY EXACTLY what you mean by being bored of Pride at home but now discovering what Christmas used to feel like! I was so sad to come home and haven't processed everything from my trip in my head yet. (Bears do know how to party btw ;^P) Canadians can be "shy", aka they are truly shy but act like stuck up cunts, and I forgot how funny and friendly American boys are. Anyhow, keep the posts coming and much love to you!

David Mason said...

Thanks Leprechauvict, there are plenty of t shirt designs for anyone on slick It Up btw , its not just spandex!

Mathias N Oz said...

I was in vader w/drawl! Glad to have you back!

Laissez Faire said...

First I want to say I am happy that your back. Your blog is one of the highlights of my day and I have needed this fix. Lastly, you are the person I have heard describe what it's like to have an "experience". I've had that same EXACT feeling. The feelings of joy, connectedness, and everything are so strong that you just get caught up in it. It's been a while since I felt that way or even remembered that feeling. Thank you!!! I LIVE