Enter the 2013 RealJock Miami Beach Gay Pride Sweepstakes: Share Your Favorite Gay Pride Moments

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    Jan 25, 2013 3:36 AM GMT
    We Have Our Winner!
    RealJock is pleased to announce the Grand Prize winner of the RealJock Miami Beach Gay Pride Sweepstakes: Sportage of Charlotte, North Carolina! Congratulations to Sportage, we'll look forward to meeting you in South Beach.

    Hi guys!

    This is the official forum for the 2013 RealJock Miami Beach Gay Pride Sweepstakes.

    To enter the Sweepstakes, just describe your favorite gay pride moment or experience in a forum post below. You have until 6:59:59 PM (ET) on March 15, 2013 to enter.

    We'll pick the winner randomly from all of the forum posts on or around March 18, 2013. The Grand Prize winner will win a free flight to the Miami area; up to three nights hotel accommodation in Miami Beach at a hotel to be decided by RealJock.com; and VIP tickets to the Miami Beach Gay Pride events April 12 - 14.

    About Miami Beach Gay Pride
    Miami Beach Gay Pride brings together members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community, their friends, allies, and supporters in celebration of the unique spirit and culture of the LGBT community. Last year the celebration drew a record 60,000+ attendees. Get the latest information about the celebration including event and entertainment information at the official Miami Beach Gay Pride website.

    Happy Pride!

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  • Fable

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    Jan 25, 2013 3:40 AM GMT

    My favourite moment was


    laughing at these betches.

    also.... bottomless mimosas? We'll see about that.

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    Jan 25, 2013 3:59 AM GMT
  • RaggedyMan

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    Jan 25, 2013 4:04 AM GMT
    i think it wasnt just a moment for me but the entire day was my favorite. called in sick to work, traveled to my freinds house for some drinks, got in the car with 7 ppl and drove up to san francisco. it was my first gay pride parade. i have never seen so many eccentric personalities in one area before. People were dressed in so many different costumes, there were naked men over whereicon_eek.gif , i think i danced in between 2 lil latin boys which was awesome, and i hung out with great people. I think this was 2007 or 08. im pretty sure i ended up on the news that evening and im also sure my parents were watching. havent asked icon_smile.gif
  • TheAlchemixt

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    Jan 25, 2013 4:18 AM GMT
    Los Angeles pride 2004, I was in the Marines at the time. I partied all night and I had nowhere to stay. I got lucky, 4 people offered me a place to stay that night. I ended up going home with a hottie, I gave him a blow job and then we cuddled. I woke up around 3:00 A.M and I told him that I had to leave, and if I didn't I would feel like a whore in the morning. I left the handsome guy there on his bed, alone...
    I had nowhere to go so I ended up walking the streets. I ended up on a street corner and some guy drove up and he said, "Hey, do you want to give me a blow job? I'll give you some cash." I said, "No, sorry man." He drove away.
    It was cold outside and I was tired. I saw a bunch of porta-potties lined up and I was like hey, I sleep in porta-poties while in the field (marine training) sometimes. I might as well sleep in one of these! I walked in one and decided that this was the perfect place to stay. It blocked me from the wind and I was no longer cold.
    During that pride I learned something important, which was do not be afraid to speak you mind. Always do what makes you feel right, even if it does make you look foolish. The next day I didn't feel like a whore at all. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Jan 25, 2013 4:23 AM GMT
    Three favorite Pride experiences.

    The first was when I was still "straight" but realized at 24 that I was beautiful. I was biking from the Village to Central Park with the intent of cutting west across Christopher Street to the West Side Highway when blinded by the afternoon sun I almost literally ran into my first pride parade before hitting my breaks. The pedestrians I stopped short nearly face to face with were quite obviously stunned, and not by the near-collision because instead of yelling they stood stock-still, mesmerized by my eyes and face while exclaiming "Beautiful!" Even knowing nothing I knew I was dealing with a fussy crowd so I realized the compliment must've been true. Then I continued onward to the park, processing it.

    The second was five years later at a viewing party in a friend's apartment on Christopher Street, cheering from her fire escape. A straight gal, my date and I were the only gay guys there - until we started recognizing hot guys in the crowd below and, urged by the hostess, buzzed each of them up. I was never so popular at Pride - location, location, location! Little did the hostess know it would be her last Pride for over 20 years - she married a lawyer, gave up the apartment and moved to D.C., recently divorcing and moving back with her two daughters, allegedly a sad figure pursuing punk rock photography in acid washed jeans trying to recapture her youth. That party too was my last Pride - until I was at the Miami Beach Pride Parade in 2012, which was ironic since the last time I'd even walked late night streets anywhere was over a decade ago in South Beach, a bittersweet trek on avenues both strange and familiar, to my grandparents' old oceanfront apartment building. I'd seen it all growing up - Jackie Gleason as the beach's biggest draw; the skepticism over suggesting its decrepit art deco eyesores be collectively preserved as a historic district; the fear following the Mariel boatlift and the hope forged on the location shoots for “Miami Vice” which forever redefined it; the changing of the old guard for the hardbodied; the baroque pile on Ocean Drive which caught my eye decades before Versace’s; and how, since the Army Corp. of Engineers widened the slim, eroded ribbon of sand that was South Beach and plied its new dunes with sea grass, Penrods had displaced the Atlantic as the threat lapping at the bulwark of my grandparents' swimming pool. Finding myself alone and invisible that last time at the very stretch of sand and sidewalk I thought I’d play on forever I heard the surf gently drown out the incongruous beat of distant house music while the sun rose over the ocean, reflecting upon a Range Rover in their covered parking spot, a mountain bike on their condo balcony and a group of underaged kids lined up to get into an unlikely after hours club across the street, bathing them in a glow so pink that I literally saw my lost birthright through rose-colored glasses.

    And then came my third favorite Pride moment - I regained it visiting family in Florida, taking a brief respite from responsibilities by snapping pics of the Miami Beach Pride Parade since an old friend was marching. And this time I had a camera! Apparently dressing the part in a black wifebeater and snug swim trunks I noticed that over a quarter century later that while the crowd demographic had markedly changed to straight, I was still attracting a lot of appreciative looks from the gay contingent and got my mojo back before heading back to the 'burbs to care for my parents, which was no walk in Central Park. Here are some pics I took from the sidelines in Miami Beach of my favorite parade moments:

    Grand Marshall Chaz Bono:

    Toddler boy atop dad's shoulders:

    Fabulous teen hag member of Gay-Straight High School Alliance:

    What fascinates young boys more - "legacy couples" or their vintage cars?:

    How To Make A Muscleboy Float:

    I should get a Pulitzer for this one - in a "Raising the Flag at Iwo Jima" moment, young adonises in front of the former Versace mansion hoist themselves up to save the fallen arm of a paper mâché version of their own:

    Happy young lesbians:

    So why should I win this random drawing? Because as a Miami native who left at 17, for over 30 years the only time I've spent in Miami was visiting relatives. Believe me, I deserve some fun and earned this win!


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    Jan 25, 2013 4:43 AM GMT
    My favourite gay pride moment was in 2004 when I had the chance to meet the Cheeky Girls at Manchester Pride. They are from Transylvania just like me also was happy to see Graham Norton too and Antony Cotton from Coronation Street a british TV soaps. Thank you! Alin xxx
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    Jan 25, 2013 4:56 AM GMT
    Winner also gets a special dinner with me at Pollo Tropical!!!
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    Jan 25, 2013 4:57 AM GMT
    That settles it then. Since this is a random drawing the person with the most thread posts is most likely to win. Given this chance at dinner I'll be up all night!
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    Jan 25, 2013 4:58 AM GMT
    I've never been to a PRIDE event. I guess I don't qualify. icon_cry.gificon_cry.gificon_cry.gif
  • TheAlchemixt

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    Jan 25, 2013 4:59 AM GMT
    jmusmc85 saidWinner also gets a special dinner with me at Pollo Tropical!!!
    Wait... You're going to make the winner pay for the dinner aren't you?
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    Jan 25, 2013 5:05 AM GMT
    Sad to say I might live in a suburb outside of Boston, but I have never been to a pride. Any pride that time of the year I always got caught up with my studies or with my work. So, maybe this will send me to my first pride.
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    Jan 25, 2013 5:06 AM GMT
    TheAlchemixt said
    jmusmc85 saidWinner also gets a special dinner with me at Pollo Tropical!!!
    Wait... You're going to make the winner pay for the dinner aren't you?

    As Lil Kim would say " I'm saying why spend mine, when I can spend yours? Disagree well that's you and I'm sorry. I'm going to keep playing these cats out like Atari"
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    Jan 25, 2013 5:06 AM GMT
    Lol. And I'll seriously go on a date with the winner!
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    Jan 25, 2013 5:14 AM GMT
    I liked seeing my gay friends' posts on Facebook about how they all got cheated on during pride. Oh and I almost started a bar fight. Oops
  • Beeftastic

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    Jan 25, 2013 5:17 AM GMT
    Dancing on a Klubstitute float in a floral dress and full leather with Diet Popstitute!
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    Jan 25, 2013 5:18 AM GMT
    Incendiary saidI liked seeing my gay friends' posts on Facebook about how they all got cheated on during pride. Oh and I almost started a bar fight. Oops

    Mmmmm I hope you win..... * pinches nipples *
  • AldrosLL

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    Jan 25, 2013 5:26 AM GMT
    My favourite probably had to be meeting another person named Demetri, who was a bit older than me and who was just visiting gay pride Toronto from New York city. He was a friendly dude-- he told me stories about himself and talked about the pride that was happening.
    It was my first gay pride event, of which I went alone. My friend couldn't come, but it was okay. I felt pretty lonely, but seeing as how gay pride was suppose to encourage the strong relationships among the gay community, I got the chance to meet Dimitri and have the best time. I didn't tell him it was my first pride event, aha.
    We got wet a lot!
  • calibro

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    Jan 25, 2013 5:56 AM GMT
    I once found one one of the significant loves of my life when we met up from rj at austin pride
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    Jan 25, 2013 6:05 AM GMT
    I actually have never been to a pride event. icon_exclaim.gif I spent a lot of my younger years closeted and am only just coming out of my shell (in the gay sense) over the past few years. I hear the prides events are a blast and would love to see one first hand!
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    Jan 25, 2013 6:36 AM GMT
    My favorite pride was my first in San Francisco. I was 19 and wearing black leather pants. I saw one of my college professors from the previous semester out on the lawn. I had a huge crush on him. He was in his late 20s, dirty blonde hair, clean cut, All American, built nicely but not too big, very handsome. I had always hoped he would be gay, but I could never really tell.

    I was sitting with a group of friends and eyed him from afar. Eventually he caught my gaze and we had that instant lightning flash of ecstasy. My heart started racing, and the crotch of my leather pants responded. I remember him casually looking back, grinning, then turning away. He was with his friends, and I didn't know what to do, but I knew that we had formed a serious connection right then, and neither of us could deny it.

    Well, a couple hours and a few bud lights (official sponsor of SF pride icon_biggrin.gif ) later, I was movin to the music on the main stage, admiring all the other young, horny guys around me. I remember a dance remix of "True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper playing when all of a sudden I felt two strong hands gliding up my stomach, starting at my waist. I figured it was some troll, so I turned around with an air of disgust, when, what do my eyes behold, but, the man of my wet dreams, Mr. Professor. That was the most exhilarating split second of my whole life and I doubt it will ever be topped (pun definitely intended) again. I completely melted as he closed his eyes slightly and leaned in to kiss me softly, tenderly, as he caressed my blonde tassels in one hand and held my face below my jaw in the other.

    We started to jive together to the music. True Colors is now one of my all time favorite songs icon_lol.gif
    Needless to say, we went back to his apartment in the east bay. A lot of massage oil was involved. It was the most perfect one night stand of all time. There was nothing cheap or degrading about it. It was the first time that I really felt beautiful, desired, accepted, sexy. I had only come out a couple of years prior, and, now, I was the king of the world.

  • misternick

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    Jan 25, 2013 7:43 AM GMT
    I met a cute guy by chance last spring and behaved completely unlike myself when I decided to see him and only him within days of meeting. I had planned to go to Chicago Pride and due to a fluke at work I was able to take someone else with me (which was no small feat considering that I lived in New Jersey and the trek required airplane tickets).

    We had only been dating a few weeks and I dragged this poor guy with me almost halfway across the country. A surprise to both of us, we ended up marching in the parade. We took things way too fast and risked a lot by investing ourselves in each other so quickly.

    Today, I spoke to a friend that I met that weekend at Pride. He asked how my boyfriend and I were doing, remembering that we were new when he met us, and commented on the fact that we've been together for almost a year now.

    On New Year's Eve, I told my boyfriend that I love him. It's terrifying and awesome and, even though he doesn't know it yet, I'm planning to take him back to Chicago for Pride this year because that's where I realized that he was someone that I could never have the same experience with again... Plus, there was the way he grabbed me and danced to that one Jackson 5 song...
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    Jan 25, 2013 7:44 AM GMT
    The following occurred during, near, and related to San Diego Pride 2012. Whether or not it actually transpired officially at Pride may be up in the air. But here it is.

    I met a charming polar bear online and he decided he wanted to meet me. It was Pride weekend in SD so his calendar was completely full, nevertheless he insisted on squeezing me between his busy string of events and asked me to have lunch with him and perhaps go with him to a Pride hotel rooftop pool party. He asked me to meet him as his house. As I carefully toed down his long, steep driveway his two dogs came to greet me, himself trailing behind them. I crouched down to greet the enthusiastic doggies for a second and then stood upright. He kissed me and fondled me gently, interjecting some standard how do you do's in between. He talked and he kissed, and I tried to interject some words in the moments when his mouth wasn't pressed up against mine. We stopped briefly at his living room but shortly ended on his bed. He undressed me and I clumsily mounted him for a brief second. We kissed, made small talk, and he said he loved me. We cuddled and then he said he had to go to his pool party and that I should leave.

    I left.

    The following day there was to be another event, which he said he had an extra ticket but had promised it to a friend, but that his friend might not come and that ticket might be free after all for me to use. He added me on Facebook, and posted that he had an extra ticket for anyone who wanted it. I guessed he really didn't want me there after all.

    The day after that he invited me over to his house again. He was groggy and coming down from all the drugs he had done at the dance party. He asked me to sleep over. He fell asleep, and so did his dogs, and all of them, the dogs included, began to snore in unison. I went outside his bedroom to try to sleep on his living room couch. Overhead in the recesses of his tall, tall ceiling, a large fan whirred. I tried to find the switch to turn it off because I was very cold, but could not find it. I was hungry and found some hard boiled eggs in his refrigerator and some natural peanut butter (the kind you have to refrigerate and tastes kind of crappy). I opened a gallon of milk and wondered if he would mind.

    When the morning came and I had slept only but a couple hours in that freezing living room he got up for work. I had lost my cell phone in between the couch cushions (it had fallen from my pocket while laying there). He seemed annoyed I was still there and reluctantly helped me look for it. I found it and I left.

    We never did go to lunch.

    This was my only Pride experience.
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    Jan 25, 2013 8:35 AM GMT
    The best pride I've ever been to was actually Pride Weekend 2012 in San Antonio. My best friends and I came up for the weekend. We went out to dinner on Friday evening and I ended up having an allergic reaction to shrimp (which was weird because I had always eaten it before and was okay.) My eye got all droopy, my lips became swollen up and it looked like a mild version of Hitch going on. It was terrible! It paid off later thought the club. I took some meds to help with the reaction, but my lips were still a mess. The running joke was I would get some attention since it looked like I had major DSL's. We get to the club, and my friend decides he is going to try and steal the mic from the drag queen. She about kicked his ass right there for it and sends a shout to all of us. Next thing, she asks for volunteers and I decide I would go up there thinking... "Ohh yeah, FREE SHOTS!" she took me because she said she wanted someone with a little color. Then I come to find out it's an amateur strip off. I'm thinking WTF?! I'm going to lose since I was surrounded by muscle twinks, twinks, and military guys. I was the last one to go and I figured I was already going to make an ass of myself so why not go first class? I got up there with very little claps and then made the crowd get rowdy. Then my friends come out and start tipping, dancing me, helping take things off and stealing my clothes... then some other guys and girls come out and start tipping me. I walked away with $30 in tips and WON the contest. I remember one of the guys saying... "I can't believe that we lost to the fat guy." I got pissed at first, but then the queen was like "Bitch! Did you call me fat?!" He said no and then asked for the mic and said "No. He said he couldn't believe he lost to the fat guy. THAT'S RIGHT! You DID lose to the PHAT guy. I'm Pretty, Hot, and Thick. Deal with it!" The crowd goes wild... and I got $100 that night for winning. So much fun! I had guys buying me shots and they complimenting me on my lips to which my idiot best friend said "Those aren't her lips girl. She got Collagen Injections!" The guy was like, "Really?! When?!" "About 4 Hours Ago. She ate Shrimp! HAHA!", said my friend. I had been to pride before, but never to one like this. I had been out for 6 years and finally my mom had accepted me and actually gave me a blessing before going to meet my then boyfriend's family for the first time. This weekend is where I finally realized it was okay to be myself in all aspects of life and knew no matter what... it would all be okay.
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    Jan 25, 2013 9:20 AM GMT
    Last June I went to the Syracuse Pride festival for the first time. It was very small and there wasn't much there, or very many people. I talked to some people and wandered around. I didn't stay very long- maybe a couple of hours.

    But it was important to me because it was the first time I was publicly at a LGBT event. I was a little nervous about the possibility of running into someone that I knew, but also felt confident enough in myself that I was ready for it.

    No, I don't have any wild stories to relate. But I learned some new things about myself, and I'm looking forward to this year's Pride.