Gays recall their walks of shame—and their “strides of pride”
wrote, starting the convo recently. “I’ve never thought of it as shame, but I’ve noticed some people have issues being seen the morning after a hookup in their probably-now-wrinkled clothes, messed-up hair, the smell of whomever they were with still on them, and everything else that says ‘I had sex last night and didn’t leave until this morning.’”The OP says he had a “morning-after breakfast” with his friends every weekend. “Most of us showed up in the same situation—looking tired, sloppy, and, most of the time, hungover,” he added. “If anyone looked like they had actuality slept in their bed alone, there was some good-natured teasing.
Even the waitress would comment about how it looked like we all had fun, or if someone looked ‘well rested.’ It was also a good way to make sure we were all safe.”Subscribe to our newsletter for a refreshing cocktail (or mocktail) of LGBTQ+ entertainment and pop culture, served up with a side of eye-candy.Now that’s the tea, sis!Commenters on the thread, others who feel no shame in their game, cited different terminology for those post-hookup retreats: strides of pride. (We’ve also seen another phrase bandied about: the “got laid parade”.)Here are (censored and edited) anecdotes from both categories:“Yes.
I even had my shirt inside out, and a guy on the elevator told me.”“I came from the guy’s room I met at a Halloween party and had to do the walk of shame back to my tent at a gay campground.
I was dressed as Mike Wazowski [from Monsters, Inc.]. It really was the highlight of my morning, and I still laugh about a month later.”“The closest I’ve had to a walk of shame was the time I [had sex with] a guy while his mother was asleep on the couch, and by the time I left, she was wide awake.
