The amount of cheersex I had yesterday with onlookers while I marched down Fifth Avenue with the cheerleaders in the gay pride parade would have left me completely drained and exhausted if the 457,283 one-handed cartwheels I did—it’s the only trick I can do (so to speak) with a cast on my left hand, so I used it to maximum effect—hadn’t already done so.
My favorite was the cute guy who beckoned me over and said, “Can I have a kiss for Pride?”
The answer was an emphatic yes.
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