2 ou 3 choses sur la marche du 20 juin Au rapport !

35 000 selon la police, 100 000 selon les organisateurs et… 60 000 selon le estimations de Galia, croise ce samedi de gay pride sur son vlo, distribuant de dlicieux petits bonbons la menthe et des bises tous ces amis ove kitsch. C’est sous une chaleur torride qui n’a mme pas russi accabler les marcheurs que s’est droul ce dfil, hlas boud par certains tablisse-ments. La foule tait pourtant au rendez-vous ds le dpart de la marche, Port-Royal. Je remontais la rue du Bac, le long du jardin du Luxembourg, quand les premiers essais sono des quatre normes chars du Scorp se firent entendre. Et l, comme tous les ans, je me suis senti gris. La musique de la fte qui allait commencer sous ce soleil de plomb m’appe-lait irrsistiblement. J’avais piti de moi. Pourtant rien faire. C’est chaque fois la mme chose. L’ide de ces milliers de filles et de garons, a me fait quelque chose. Surtout les garons. De ce ct-l, rien redire. Que de jolis spcimens j’ai vu passer! L’avan-tage indniable d’tre juch sur un char, c’est d’abord la vue et ensuite la facilit pour capter les regards des marcheurs et ventuellement leur faire l’honneur de grimper sur le char. Les deux magnifiques blacks californiens que nous avons fait monter sur le camion  » em@le  » ? C’tait parfai-tement intress, je l’avoue. Mais je ne vois pas qui aurait pu rsister d’aussi belles paires de fesses. On distribuait inlassablement des magazines. Les charmants garons qui taient venu nous aider, aprs avoir su sang et eau sur le parcours, ont pourtant continu la marche en dansant comme des forcens jusqu’, la Nation. Pour l’occasion, Henri Maurel avait revtu sa robe de marie. Une ravissante perruque rouge, trs distingue, tait visse sur le chef d’habitude lisse du prsident de RadioFG. Les Mecs en Caoutchouc suaient sous leur latex. Un adhrent de LASMF a pass tout l’aprs-midi se faire fouetter les fesses. Le soleil brillait encore plus sur le char de Kelma. Lio et Will chantaient avec le Scorp. La Fanny du Banana dfilait avec ses copines transsexuelles. Mercedes exhibait ses porte-jarretelles blancs pour le Gibus. Bubble jetait des regards vicieux nos deux Californiens. Le trsorier du Gay Automobile Club a pris le mtro travelot. Grazzio tait hystrique et paillet. On a frl l’meute en distribuant des t-shirts. J’ai bien aim les pectoraux du mec Gare d ‘ e Lyon. Un type s’tait dguis en papillon gant et n’est pas mort d’puisement. On a vu passer plusieurs fois Police secours pour ceux qui taient en train de mourir d’puisement. Nat tait moiti nu. Henri Maurel a montr ses fesses. Antoine Baduel n’a toujours pas montr ses fesses. On dprimait en voyant tous les beaux garons qu’on n’aurait jamais. On tait crevs. Et ravis.
35 000 according to the font, 100 000 according to organizers’ and… 60 000 according to estimates’ of Galia, cross this Saturday of gay pride on his bicycle, distributing delicious small mints and north winds with all these friends ove kitsch. It is under a torrid heat which did not even succeed in overpowering the walkers that is unrolled this procession, alas been sulky by certain establishments. Crowd was however with go upon the departure of the functioning, with Port-Royal. I went up the street of the Vat, along the garden of Luxembourg, when the first tests sound system of the four enormous tanks of Scorp were made hear. And there, like every year, I felt grayed. The music of the festival which was going to begin under this blazing sun called me irrisistibly. I had pity of me. However nothing to make. It is each time the same thing. The idea of these thousands of girls and boys, that does something to me. Especially boys. That side, nothing to repeat. That pretty specimens I saw passing! The undeniable advantage to be perched on a tank, it is initially the sight and then the facility to collect the glances of the walkers and possibly to make them the honor climb on the tank. Both splendid blacks Californian that we did make assemble on the truck  » em@le « ? It was interested perfectly, I acknowledge it. But I do not see who could have resisted such beautiful pairs of buttocks. Magazines inlassablement were distributed. The charming boys who had come to help us, after having sweated blood and water on the course, however continued the functioning while dancing like the exaggerated ones until, the Nation. For the occasion, Henri Maurel had adorned her wedding dress. One ravissante red wig, very distinguished, was screwed on the head usually smoothes of president de RadioFG. The Rubber Guys sweated under their latex. A member of LASMF spent all the afternoon to be made whip the buttocks. The sun was shining even more on the tank of Kelma. Lio and Will sang with Scorp. Fanny of Banana ravelled with his girlfriends transsexuals. Mercedes exhibait its white garter belts for Gibus. Bubble threw vicious glances with Nos two Californian. The treasurer of the Automobile Gay Club travelled by the travelot subway. Grazzio hysterical and was spangled. One came very close to riot by distributing tee-shirts. I liked the pectoral ones of the guy Gare D ‘ E Lyon. A type had been disguised out of giant butterfly and did not die of exhaustion. One saw spending several times Police help for those which were dying of exhaustion. Nat was with half naked. Henri Maurel showed his buttocks. Antoine Baduel still did not show his buttocks. One depressed by seeing all the fine young men whom one would never have. One was burst. And delighted.