I Heart SF
This was the best Pride ever, let me tell you.
We did the usual things, including drinking, laughing at outfits, shuddering or delighting in the absence of outfits.
I fandangled myself into a ritzy Castro party, teased the throng of street gays from the safety of a balcony, got sauced and snatched an inflatable pink flamingo...he was one of many so I don't think he'll be missed. His name is Floyd now and we are the best of friends.
Okay I know that Pride for some people is garish and an example of what gay life should NOT be, but I think my first-timer straight female friends found one of the good parts-- they pointed out that even though the street was crammed with people, if you got your toe stepped on or someone drunkenly stumbled and bumped you, there was an "excuse me" or an apology every time. See? Gays are good times.
We did the usual things, including drinking, laughing at outfits, shuddering or delighting in the absence of outfits.
I fandangled myself into a ritzy Castro party, teased the throng of street gays from the safety of a balcony, got sauced and snatched an inflatable pink flamingo...he was one of many so I don't think he'll be missed. His name is Floyd now and we are the best of friends.
Okay I know that Pride for some people is garish and an example of what gay life should NOT be, but I think my first-timer straight female friends found one of the good parts-- they pointed out that even though the street was crammed with people, if you got your toe stepped on or someone drunkenly stumbled and bumped you, there was an "excuse me" or an apology every time. See? Gays are good times.