After a 77 day wait that seemed like an eternity, my friend and I arrived at MK. At the very moment we set foot on Main Street, the dance parade began. It felt like they’d waited just for us.
Actually being there was a little overwhelming. This picture captures the moment:
Regular readers will know that I’m something of a worrier. One of the things that I’d worried about was what bag I was going to use to carry around with me in the parks. I’d settled on a backpack that seemed ideal. But as soon as I arrived in Florida, I knew I wouldn’t want it hanging over my shoulder and on my back.
So I went bag shopping on Main Street and I found a bag I really liked. The “problem” was it was a woman’s bag. But I’d listened carefully to the words of HEA — the message seemed to me to be “be who you are”. Well, part of who I am is that I’m a guy who likes nice bags and I liked this bag.
The sales assistant — sorry, cast member — was wholly unfazed by a guy buying a woman’s bag. She made the whole experience hugely fun and she even gave me a button that read “I’m celebrating” to which she added the words “rocking my new bag”.
And one of the special things about WDW is that a guy can walk around carrying a woman’s bag and no-one bats an eyelid.
As a gay man who’s lived much of his life feeling overwhelmed by shame, that whole thing was pretty special for me.
(I gave the bag to my friend when we left. I’m not ready to carry it down the streets of my hometown!)
And here’s me proudly showing Mickey the bag, which features his wife!