The Pride Parade started off with a bang. Billy, a still-fit 33-year old journalist was throwing glitter bombs—small firework devices that erupted into harmless glittery explosions—from a float in the parade. And even though it sounds a little bit silly, glitter bomb thrower was actually a highly coveted position. Attendees loved them and would often refer to them as “explosively fabulous.” As sort of an inside joke, a small minority called them “fabulously explosive.” And if we’re going to be completely honest, the bombs really were beautiful. It wasn’t just a gay thing. When Billy wanted to get the crowd going, he would throw multiple bombs at once, a loud pop followed by a sparkling shower of glitter falling from above. It was light and free, the whole thing. Oh, the joy that follows freedom. Billy was a minor celebrity in town and had found some success reporting on gay issues for the city’s newspaper. He was known nationally for his interviews, which were crude but often surprisingly poignant. His focus was the gay rights movement, but he also spent a great deal of time interviewing pornographers and other gay icons. It was this minor fame that landed him the glitter bomb thrower gig.