Matt and I trucked to Atlanta yesterday for the Pride Celebration and ended up spending a good half-day there, walking around Piedmont Park, getting dinner and wandering through the gay bars and bookstores. Being around so many gay people always seems to drag out every single one of my insecurities, and I'm still not sure why. I had fun, though! It was great to watch all the different people who turned out-- the preening twinks and the hot boyish lesbians and the scores and scores of nice, normal people. I'm glad we went.