"It's a perilous time for queer people right now. Texas is cranking out anti-trans bills like raffle tickets; Trump is policing gender rights; and Hungary just banned Pride. So you probably thought we'd lay low and start a group chat about moving to Canada. Instead we're doing what we always do in times of repression: dressing up, showing out, and turning defiance into a damn runway."
"Here is a crowd that will hand you sunscreen, fix your lash, and call you gorgeous in the same breath. They came to serve lewks and affirm life, and maybe scream a little for Sexy Satan. And scream we did, just as much for some amazing DIY couture as for trans rights. What should have been a goofy day in the sun ended up feeling a lot more sacred; here was queer chuch, a protest, and fashion week all rolled into one."
"I am not a joiner despite some evidence to the contrary. I often look like a drag queen dressed me with a grudge and unlimited rhinestones. But my ideal Friday night involves hand-stitching beads and rewatching Gilmore Girls for the 47th time, and I've been sober for more than six years. Crowds like this one do not interest me, even though I was once labeled the "bad circuit party guy" -"
Rising anti-trans legislation and global attacks on Pride set a tense backdrop. Instead of retreating, the queer community rallied at Hunky Jesus with costumes, humor, and solidarity. Attendees offered practical care—sunscreen, lash fixes—and emotional affirmation while celebrating DIY couture and queer irreverence, including chants for Sexy Satan. The event blended elements of church, protest, and runway, reclaiming Pride away from commercial sponsorships. Notable community figures returned as co-hosts, and politicians offered brief, well-received remarks. The atmosphere combined sacredness, resistance, and fashion-forward performance as collective affirmation of trans rights and queer life.
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