This year will be my father’s 75th birthday. Still spry and active, he’s currently in Buenos Aries getting away from our harsh winter. While he’s away I got the brilliant idea to nominate him for Grand Marshal for this year’s Pride Parade. What a fitting birthday gift! I culled together the siblings and friends and had them write up a few lines of memories, feelings, thoughts that would help me with my case when I stand before the board of directors of Pride Toronto. I’m optimistic that Da has a chance.
That is, until I opened this week’s Xtra and learned that Michelle DuBarry is running and has an ad in that paper (Colour! Not cheap!) and a glowing letter to the editor from a past GM gushing that to choose a drag queen as Marshal was the best thing since slingbacks.
Uhoh.
In my heart I know my dad is the ideal candidate. Not that I have anything against Miss DuBarry, but come on! She had all this time to apply, why now? I’m worried that the cult of celebrity will ensure Miss DuBarry’s win in this situation. I wonder if I can appeal to her to run next year?
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Can there be two marshalls?
We live in the same building. Stop by if you’re visiting her in person.
I’m going to anyway. Some of the stuff coming in has been tearfully great.
I’ll post my speech later, promise.
Put him in for it anyway. What do you have to lose?
Select few will be apprised of your fathers talents whereas most of Gayville is fully aware of the talent that Ms. DuBarry possesses. Her adept ability with her lip-sync method will no doubt eclipse your dad’s entire career in this community’s mind.
But I hear she has a thing for shoes so maybe you can bribe the old gal (was so tempted to type bag instead of gal).