Brian never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I have him all figured out, he surprises me. Like, at Woody's after Pride. I told him to go find a stud and ask him to dance. I was going to head back to the loft. Probably take a shower, lie in bed and wait for him to come home. It wouldn't matter what he did with whatever 'stud' he found, in the end, he'd climb into bed next to me and that would be enough. 

I never thought he'd come after me. For the most part, I'm always sure that Brian thinks very little of me when he's on the prowl. I wasn't even a half block away from 'Woody's' when he touched me on the shoulder. 

"Hey stud, wanna dance?" He said. 

I was sure he was kidding. I laughed and said something like 'shut up' and turned to continue on down the street. He grabbed my wrist then and started to lead me to the street that had been turned into a giant dance floor by the throngs celebrating Pride. 

I was mesmerized by him. I couldn't turn away from him. He pulled me into his arms and pressed his forehead to mine. We dance slowly. It was great. I don't have a clue as to what the song was or even who was singing it. It sounded a lot like 'Ace Of Base'. Daphne drove me nuts with their music when we were kids. I found out later that it was some old 70's group called Abba. I guess Brian dancing with me to oldies is becoming a trend. 

Brian was just so focused on me. It truly felt like we were the only two people in the world. It was me that noticed the music change. I pulled away from Brian a little and nodded in the direction of Michael standing on the curb. Brian walked over to him and dragged him back to dance with us. It was nice actually. Since Michael's been back, he's not half the whiner that he used to be. 

All in all, my first Pride was pretty cool. I guess Brian's right. I can't let Hobbs win. I'm here. I'm queer. I'm with Brian. And, nothing else matters. 

The end.