Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four and Five
Day Six
Pics of Day Seven

I wake up and turn on the TV. 5 channels are showing evangelical preachers screaming about the evils of gayness. We must be in Florida. One show stops me cold. A ex-gay (perfect Anderson Cooper-esque hair, immaculate suit, gaydar pinging) is crying along with his preacher/mentor as they sell Miracle hankies. Seriously. The irony. It made me mad that this “traitor” was husking a cure for homosexuality and a veiled cure for HIV: “If you know someone with the AIDS, or if you yourself is suffering with the AIDS” the preacher rants while waving this hankie and the ex-gay lifts his teary face to the sky, “This will help you with your struggle!” No lie. I was sick to my stomach. I wanted to go to the studio and decapitate both of them.

But never mind kids! It was Gay Day! No homophobic (jealous much?) preacher with his coiffed lap dog were going to spoil this day.

My shirt (left) and SharkBoy’s shirt (right) caused quite the stir. We had people coming up to us all day long congratulating us, laughing (with us I hope) and smiling. Note to self: make the iron on smaller, I sweat around the design so bad!

So. Many. Red. Shirts. At breakfast no less! Character brekkie at the Crystal Palace. Pooh, Piglet, Eyore and Tigger. So we found where the Bears were having breakfast!

I have to say that the whole day was surreal. I didn’t hear one disparaging remark, or see anything considered hateful, or one protest poster. In fact, the Cast Members seem to welcome the red shirts with extra smiles and we chatted with just as many straight couples/families as we did gay. I did see a couple groups with counter-shirt protest (?) like the group of 20 or so with green shirts plastered with a city skyline and (as god is my witness) the bat signal over the city replaced with the Catholic fish symbol. I wanted to ask but thought it rude. Ultimately I didn’t want Disney to become a political statement, but it was there, at the edges, like a drunk uncle at Christmas.

Regardless, the day was amazing. We scooted over to the Full Moon for one last beer and managed to make a friend.

At this point of our vacation, I’m dragging my ass, going on empty. The crappy fast food, the late nights, the long walks were starting to take their toll and I could barely keep my eyes open at the bar. But I wanted to be there so bad!

More tomorrow.