The Pride Parade comes but once a year. It is a celebration of a year gone by. A year marked by victories, losses, heartaches, new-found loves and most importantly Pride. When it comes time to celebrate, our fair city throws a bash that will forever remain with you. Not only does Chicago play host to one of the larger parades in the country, it may also be the rowdiest of all the Pride celebration. If there's one thing that I'm most proud about when it comes to Chicago's parade, it's just that. A rockin' party, that starts in the early morning hours and continues throughout the year. If you're reading this column, I feel that I can safely assume that you are familiar with the going-ons of the parade but since this is an "informative" article I will give you a smidge of what to expect. I must warn you that some of what you are about to read and what you will see may be considered obscene in some circles. You will witness, trannies, queens, female and male impersonators, shirtless dykes with nothing more than a cross of electrical tape separating their nipples from you and your eyes. You will also be privy to gawdy costumes and politicians who want you and your vote. Once the parade has passed by, you'll find yourself;( as I have for many years), weighed down by an awesome amount of flyers, caps, coupons, stickers, frisbees and anything else that a politician can find to plaster their names across. The Pride Parade is just an encompassing event that swallows you whole, thrusting you into a Mardi Gras-like atmosphere. This year, I've decided to re-vamp my list from the previous year with some new additions.