The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 38 - DIVERSITY

As we had agreed on Sunday, we went to the LGBTQ+ Pride Parade. This event is considered the second most profitable in São Paulo, behind only Formula 1. Just like it happened at Virada Cultural, I went to meet the people at Milla's house. When I got there, John was already waiting for me with her. I asked if Yo was not going with us again, which Milla said was going to meet us there in São Paulo, because that day she was working.

At the Metro stations, however, the turmoil was great; all very full of people going to the same place. When we were doing integration on the last train, we didn't let go of each other's hands anymore, nor could we, any carelessness got lost there in that crowd of feathers and sequins, makeup, wigs, heels and a lot of glitter. Milla's screams and laughter still managed to be stronger than everyone there.

The avenue was already full. Everywhere you looked there were several people. Cars and electronic music paraded

Some cars had already passed and the avenue was getting more and more crowded and nothing of Yo appeared. We called to find out where she was, to which she replied that she was still in the center and would soon arrive. Milla asked if we wanted to drink and when the seller passed by and I saw that damn wine that was everywhere. So, I said I didn't want to drink. What a bag! Didn't you have another fucking wine at events? Did that brand sign a contract with all major SP events to be the only one to be sold.

Yo still did not report. We called again, but this time she didn't answer. We called yet another seven times and nothing. We are worried

While we waited for news from Yo, we saw a car, sponsored by a condom company, pass by the avenue. The gogoboys showed off their mottled bodies in swim trunks. Screams and whistles were heard. A man, almost two meters tall, also spotted, looking like a triangle: the very broad shoulder that was getting thin to the waist, which was a few meters from us, called the dancer "hot" and "delicious"

- I think it's better - said John - that we try to call Yo again.

Milla called and left the speakerphone on so she could hear better in the crowd. It gave a touch ... Two rings ... Three rings ... Four rings ...

- What is? asked a precise, strong voice on the other end of the line.

"What do you mean," said Milla, "where are you?" Why is it taking so long?

- Calm down, people - she answered - I'm here with a huge and strong guy dressed as a fireman. A delight. I'm almost taking it.

- Yolanda - said John - are you a beast? The guy must be gay. You are at the door of the Gay Parade. Do you think that if a strong, tall guy was in the mood to catch naive girls like you he would be at a gay event?

- Gay? - answered Yo's voice with an air of disappointment - is it really? He's all good and he's still dressed as a fireman.

"Ask him what he likes, Yo," I suggested.

Almost a minute passed and people could be heard talking on the other end of the line. After that, Yo communicates again and says:

- Yeah ... he's gay. Where are you?

We informed our location that it was still difficult for her to find us, since everyone would have great difficulties finding someone there. The only thing missing was Will's there, but he can't come because he was working this day. More cars passed with a lot of electronic music and more and more heavy gogoboys with oil on their bodies dancing with their swimwear.

- Yolanda - John started - were you going to exchange us for a big guy, healed and dressed as a fireman?

- Wasn't it changing, guys? It was just kisses. And I think you still don't understand: dressed as a fireman.