This
couple took several pictures of him, and when the girl in
the overalls wanted him to stick out his butt for a shot,
he did it after asking for -and receiving- one of the Polaroids
for himself.
I was surprised he posed like that, and I'm only sorry I missed
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This
group of about 8 little boys came up and caught sight of him
and started a loud, raucous chorus of "Aw, man!!"
I wouldn't let my (future) kids go to this parade, I don't
think. There's a lot of nudity and adult themes, and I don't
think kids belong there.
Not that seeing a furry, bare ass is going to mortally offend
a child, though, I'm sure. The Chaps Man looked funny, but
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However,
this little old Ruth Gordon lady disagreed with me. (The thought
of her crying, "Come back here with my Oreos, you hairy
ass!" to The Chaps Man made me snicker out loud.)
She walked by him, tut-tutted and stopped to inform me that
he "should be ashamed of himself." Then she told
me about the woman marcher last year who flashed her "boobies"
at the judge and was later arrested. Then she sighed loudly
and said, "'Course, she just paid the bail and they let
her right out!"
I wasn't sure how to react to that ("Did you think they'd
give her a life sentence for pulling up her blouse?"
came to mind) so I said, "Huh."
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That always seems
to be a safe response when you're dealing with people of questionable
mental stability. And if that outfit is any indicator, this
woman is guilty of violating few fashion laws, too. She's
a fine one to talk. What's up with that belt? And how old
are those glasses? I haven't seen frames that big since I
was in 7th grade. I'm not even going to get started on that
sweater. Or those necklaces. Or the hat. Or good Lord, those
earrings.
Pot? Kettle. |
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This
is when shit started getting really crazy. The red haired
guy on the right came up to The Chaps Man and started making
out with him. I assume they knew each other, but I really
have no way of knowing that.
Also, I have no idea if the guy on the left is gay or straight
or if this display bothered him or not. After a moment, he
turned his face and pretended like they didn't exist. |
The
make-out session lasted some time and culminated in ass grabbing
and groin thrusting. Then they wiped the spit from their faces
and parted ways.
Without a pause, the stoic parade viewer turned back towards
the street and The Chaps Man made his unsteady way up the
street.
I crammed my camera into my pocket and hustled after him,
apologetically dragging my bike through the crowds. It wasn't
easy for him to get through the spectators, either, so I only
lost him once.
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Fortunately,
he got waylaid by some women getting their picture taken with
Loincloth Boy. As I waited, too, I realized Loincloth Boy
was The Chaps Man's arch enemy:
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LOINCLOTH
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THE
CHAPS MAN
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white
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black
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fur
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leather
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youth
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age
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tight,
toned muscles
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sagging
flab (complete with cellulite)
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hairless
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very,
very haired
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desired
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ridiculed
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kinda
sexy green cowboy hat
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balding
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I suppose I don't have to point out that Loincloth Boy was
pretty darn cute. Rootin' tootin' cowboys, indeed. |
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down, poor Chaps Man slipped past Loincloth Boy and headed
for the 90 degree turn in the parade route. In a break between
two floats, he lurched his way across the street, brazenly
ignoring the police officers who watched on in amusement.
I wasn't willing to risk their ire (plus, I wasn't wearing
anything amusing/scanty to distract them) so I had to race
down the street and around the parade in order to catch up
to him. |
I found him in
the parking lot behind Hollywood Video. He approached several
people and talked to them for a few seconds, then staggered
off. Everyone in the parking lot gaped at him. I can only
imagine how surreal it would be to drop off your overdue movies
and have to deal with HIM when you went back to your car.
Ha.
By this point we were only about a block past the parade itself,
but the mood downtown was decidedly different than in the
midst of the crowd. Men glared at him, hostile, and women
gaped but hardly anyone laughed. They just seemed shocked.
I wondered where he was going and if he noticed the new attitude. |
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