Here are a few pics. It was a great event and I hope it will get recognition in the press out there, not only in Germany.
|It was really touching to see old people as well.|
|Backcombed hair survived the rain. I still can't believe that!|
I'll make a "demonstration outfit post" a bit later.
The most annoying part after I've posted the pictures on facebook was to get a PM from a person who is in my friends list but with whom I spoke only once in my life, asking if I was gay and if so what about Boris. I was so pissed about such rudeness, not to mention sticking your nose into matters which not only don't concern you, but having no clue about why I was in a sea of rainbow flags in the first place. Stupid people.
Which leads us to this emotional rant: overall I'm a bit down lately. Everything that has to do with people makes me uncomfortable and annoyed, especially things considering my family. I feel very unattached, and although I do miss my family and my mother, I know I cannot have a real connection with her because of a lot of different things. I have Boris to cheer me up of course, but having to talk with my mother in skype makes me uneasy and has no point at all.
Every now and then I have them "mother relationship depressions" that I can't seem to get over. I has been going on like this for almost 2 years, and it seems that each time I am surprised by how my mother can never be honest with me nor put her words on the table and talks about serious things. I also hate when she talks as if in denial about a lot of matters, and in general doesn't let me be honest with her as well. The stupidest thing is that when I tell her about my happenings in our conversations, she seems as if she drifts off and doesn't listen, making me feel that whatever I am going through isn't important. Trying to mention this to her has no point whatsoever. She will play denial, get hurt, and the cycle would repeat itself making no progress in our "relationship". I am also trying to figure out a way to cut off the contact that my biological father [who hasn't been a part of my life since my mom divorced him when I was 3 years old but a few years ago jumped into my life via Facebook pretending like having a connection with me] is forcing upon me. He is not a bad man but rather a naive one, who wishes to believe that his sudden re-appearance into my life not only makes a difference in his, but also has a great contribution in mine. The problem is he's not only has absolutely no clue about the person I am, but also acts as if he does. Trying to explain that to him makes no sense, he is a person that doesn't get a message even if it has been repeated a thousand times.
For the record, my real father, with whom my mother is married ever since I was 3 years old has been the one and only father figure I've had. However, we have a very poor connection, and I've always believed to have only a mother, instead of 2 people who happen to be in the role of father, but be absolutely indifferent in my life.
So much for family awkwardness and rants. Sorry for dropping this weight here, I believe it makes little sense to write emotionally charged posts here, I don't want this blog to become an average well of suffering [I've already had that thing back when I was in my teens] and I also like things to be informative and theme-related. I guess I just had to share this one, maybe I WILL make those emo. posts after all. No harm done, you'll understand, right?
Happy September everyone.