Observations: Pride Weekend, ATL. Taken at Joe’s on Juniper, Midtown. If you know anything about me you know that at any given moment I am most likely in the proximity of at least one gay man. Fag Hag, Fruit Fly, whatever you want to call me, I love my gay friends. I’ve never had more fun than I’ve had on a crazy night at Burkharts, Blakes, or Amsterdam (as many can attest to). As for Pride Weekend, I get more excited about it than some gay men do. Drunken shouts of “Happy Pride” ring in the streets and I experience my own weird little gay Christmas, only the “gay” apparel of the season consists of shirts tied in a knot above your nipples and hot pants that leave little room for the imagination. To all that choose to celebrate with me, HAPPY PRIDE ATLANTA!