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Gents, forgive us for making you wait an entire week for NYC 2009 Pride photos. In our defense, we haven’t had a sober moment of late to share these images with you. We think it was worth the wait. And if you scroll down a bit, we’re pretty sure you will agree. The sum of Pride can be broken down into these simple phrases … Rainbow Jello shots … abs … make-up remover … saying no to crack … sunburnt tits … and lots and lots of tongue. Enjoy. Photos by S&MHayhurst.

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MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP!

© Photo by Steven Mattson Hayhurst

PHOTO ESSAY — Every year HRC hosts a Pride Parade after party @ Cielo. This year we were there to document it — albeit 3 hours late. Our excuse? We were busy with rainbow shots (See below).

POISON IVY? - If Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8 were to find herself transformed into a single gay man in Manhattan last week, you’d better believe she’d charm her way into the various Ivy League hosted gay pride celebrations that took place. “What do Ivy Gays even look like,” you ask? The invitations said open bar. We were sooo there. Steven Mattson Hayhurst documented the good, the bad, and the just plain naughty.

© Photo by Steven Mattson Hayhurst

RAIN ON OUR PARADE — The best way to watch a rained out NYC Pride Parade is from the shelter of a friend’s doorman building. Especially when said building faces Christopher Street. And when said host pours you glass after glass of Veuve Clicquot mimosas until you finish off half a case. And that’s precisely when said guests are invited to dip their fingers in rainbow layered jello shots. You heard me right. Jello shots that double as rainbows. Happy Pride!

by See-ming Lee 李思明 SMLHAPPY PRIDE – I’m often cynical about queer culture. I roll my eyes at MSG’s, and I question the importance of camp. Generally suspect of drag culture, I challenge myself about what gay means anymore. But yesterday afternoon from a Christopher Street apartment window — a rainbow jello shot in hand and an insatiable, thunderous, soaked crowd below — I took a deep breath to hold back any tears. It was probably just the MJ kicking in.

No. Seriously. These cuties were lost. And Mazbot led the way to new, uncharted 18+ party paradise. Maz saves the day once again.

Photographs by Steven Mattson Hayhurst

Photo by Steven Mattson Hayhurst

Can you guess which three words?