I was "cis" and "het" at the first Pride I ever went to. 4 different people invited me to come out to Pride and I was very confused, their only reasoning was 'I want you there'. I was also sad that I could only carry around the gray ally flag.
It was a predictably humid and rainy Louisiana day and there were probably ~30 people there. I ended up taking off my shoes and socks and squelched around in the rain. I also played baseball (shoeless) with the dykes (no foreshadowing there) and ripped my toe open, it was a good time.
Not to mention my incredibly confusing situationship with a very cool and hot bisexual girl. She invited me to come because her boyfriend (monogamous, but she was allowed to sleep with women if she wanted to. Yeah, I know.) didn't want to go. I very carefully did not flirt with her and even more carefully did not react when she rested her head on my shoulder and flirted with me.
