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Shit. Is it Gay Pride month already?

Yesterday President Barack Obama proclaimed June 2011 as national LGBT Pride Month.
"Each June, we commemorate the courageous individuals who have fought to achieve this promise for LGBT Americans, and we rededicate ourselves to the pursuit of equal rights for all, regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity."  
seriously, I LOVE costumes. LOVE them!
I'm not going to lie. I like outrageous glamor in sweltering summer heat, I love glitter in place of a shirt, and I sure as shit love drinking in broad daylight with thousands of my drunkest closest friends. You'd think that I would want to LIVE in a gay pride parade. And by any other name I would want to. I'd celebrate surviving 24 hours in this very manner. But June of every year isn't set apart to celebrate glitter and Absolut vodka, (contrary to the belief of many gays under the age of 22). It's not about hooking up with that hottie in gold feathers next to you. No, believe it or not we are supposed to be commemorating the Stone Wall Riots. Since most of my friends readers are not gay (or any other letter) I'm going to endeavor to post 30 pieces of gay history this month.

For my first piece of history I'll start small: President Bill Clinton was the first to proclaim June as National Gay Pride month on June 2, 2000. The next President to do so was Pres. Barack Obama in 2009.
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