Surprise Naked Gay Bike Ride in St. Louis as We Continue Transgender Trek
A much needed day of queer whimsey
We never would have guessed we were going to end the evening watching hundreds of naked people ride past us on bikes as we finished up our calzones.
When my wife and I arrived at our St. Louis Bed & Breakfast, we found it full of conservative artifacts, and we resigned ourselves to a very familiar conversation. We’d already experienced the cold stares of strangers driving slowly by, fixating on us for looking different. We’re used to this as an interracial, queer, trans polyamorous married couple. Experience suggested that an evening out could easily produce worse situations for us in a conservative place.
“Best case scenario, we’re probably going to get a lot of murder glares if we go to a restaurant. Should we just get a pizza delivered and hide out here?”
My wife didn’t like the idea of hiding, the way we often have had to in rural North Carolina. After all, we’re moving all the way across the country just to feel safe being ourselves. A day in a delightful gayborhood in Louisville, Kentucky had likely helped make her feel more bold.
