2002 or maybe 03; Columbus:
Only a few months into a new relationship, so busy juggling it, school, and a new job, I didn't even know it was happening.
Stopped by traffic on our way cross town to break in the new mountain bike I bought him, he laughed at me for not knowing; like being gay automatically meant you knew every gay event and when it occurs.
He complained when I began looking for a parking place, having been there and done that, but gave in to my puppy dog pout, soon letting me drag him kicking and screaming to the intersection, some Dyke on a bike almost running us down.
His attitude, quick to change, when he spotted a high school friend, now total 'lipstick', with her butched up girlfriend on an all girl float. Even quicker to leaving me behind when she yelled for him to join her.
It was a real turning point in my life, jumping on the back of that crappy rainbow banner-ed farm trailer, shedding any and all self hate, as I ran to catch up, pure authenticity washing over me with every wave--still waving.