I have been to stampede nearly every year of my life. I cannot guarantee I was there as infant as I couldn’t be asked to remember such things, but as far as my working memory goes, my record is perfect. I have attended as a little tike, enjoying the parade and all the aspects children can see right on up to adulthood. Whereby I took my experience to a more adult level, including bars, pub crawls, and every aspect of debauchery that are expected as a seasoned Calgarian. I have written posts about our Stampede centennial and in celebration of the slut. However this year, I am writing from afar.
I am missing my first Stampede to go on an international trip with my sweetheart. And I wasn’t bothered by this until today. I am really going to miss having a beer by 8 am with friends. To the numerous stampede breakfasts, the midway, and general celebrations this city engages in. Mostly though, I am going to miss the dress code! I love dressing up in my best stampede wear. I love the short shorts, the denim, the chaps, and the men in cowboy hats. I love the tight jeans, the belt buckles and the general abundance of plaid. Only for these 10 days can people from far and wide do plaid sexy. And I love it!
For years I have said just how lucky Calgary is to be able to dress slutty twice a year. Halloween and again during Stampede. Sex is in the air and it is invigorating. As someone who promotes sexually positive attitudes I am missing my Mecca. The holy land of tight, and a little bit trashy, filled with a boozy hue in the air it is for me, true freedom. I can make choices to drink, party, and flirt my little butt off. Or to just dress the part and put myself on a little personal parade. The choice is there, and unless there are some ladies who are giving a disgruntled tsk tsk, the environment is generally accepting.
I face a lot controversy on a regular basis with my online dating profiles, and a bit in my personal life as a result of writing this blog. Some days it can really be a struggle to keep my head held high. But during these 10 days, I feel confident. There is comraderey in the fact that so many are enaging in their own deviant behavior during these 10 days. I get to hear stories from so many about their previous Stampede adventures in all their scandalous glory. Why? Because we give each other a pass for these 10 days. It is not just me, sharing my crazy life, but getting to hear from friends who allowed themselves to be crazy. To get in touch with their inner slutty selves. And more importantly to be a little proud of making their own memories.
Stampede, I am missing you.