"I'm on vacation."
Last night about 3 am, I returned home from five days in San Francisco.
I don't know where to begin to describe it, but needless to say it was fucking GAY.
And so amazing. And so exhausting.
And there's a balance between trying to write about it too soon--still so entranced by what happened that it comes out more of a list of events--and wating to find perspective only to lose track of the trail of events.
Left Portland around 10 pm Wednesday.
Thursday:
Arrived at hotel noonish, napped.
Went out to several bars
Saw Trannyshack perform at make-out room
More barhopping
Crashed
Friday:
Explored the city a bit by myself, got some food.
Eventually met up with Crash and Jose at the Tranny march.
Marched with the trannies.
Barhopped like crazy. Pendulum, The Eagle, Hole in the Wall, Unisexy, and briefly The Stud.
Made out with some hot hot men from Buenos Aires, who promply disappeared.
Met Peter from Toronto. Made out in the ally next to the Stud. Went to the roof of his hostel. Made out there more.
Ran home.
Saturday:
Breakfast @ Herbivore.
Coffee @ Dolores Park Cafe.
Went to pride celebration tents, hung out in faerieland.
Started drinking at 3 pm.
Made our way to the dyke march.
Marched with the dykes
Urinated in public more than all other times in my life combined.
Partied at the Castro Chevron with all sorts of people.
Walked around the Folsom area with cute SF queer boys. Eagle, Hole in the Wall.
Made out with Gentry in an alleyway.
Stumbled into Carl's jr. Ate chicken, bacon and cheese.
Passed the fuck out.
Sunday:
Awoke to dykes on bikes going by window. Realized the parade had started, made our way down to streetside.
Watched the parade. Yelled and screamed at Alan Cumming. Don't think he heard me.
Hung out in faerieland more. Reportedly left only a few minutes before an orgy broke out.
Went to the hotel to nap; they had misplaced my key; in my running around to track down Jose with the key, I ran into a boy named Steve. Decided to go to his place to nap instead. Without the napping part.
Saw the Haight/Ashbury neighborhood from Steve's second-story bedroom window.
Met back up with the crew at the hotel where we lamented that we had nothing to do and no energy to do it with.
Went to the Midnight Sun where they were supposed to play Queer as Folk, but the fuckers weren't.
So back to the Eagle we went. Told a very very very drunk man to go home and lay down. Gentry sprained his ankle when he got overexcited that The Donnas came on. Bitch went down.
Jose, Crash and I made our way home, but not without a stop at The Hole in the Wall. And Carl's Junior.
Monday:
Checked out of the Hotel at 11.
Picked up Gentry (aka gimpy gumby).
Met much of the Portland contingent at the Dolores Park Cafe for coffee and breakfast. Decompressed. Took it easy.
Drove home. Ate fast food.
I defintely have some shit to say. Forthcoming.
I don't know where to begin to describe it, but needless to say it was fucking GAY.
And so amazing. And so exhausting.
And there's a balance between trying to write about it too soon--still so entranced by what happened that it comes out more of a list of events--and wating to find perspective only to lose track of the trail of events.
Left Portland around 10 pm Wednesday.
Thursday:
Arrived at hotel noonish, napped.
Went out to several bars
Saw Trannyshack perform at make-out room
More barhopping
Crashed
Friday:
Explored the city a bit by myself, got some food.
Eventually met up with Crash and Jose at the Tranny march.
Marched with the trannies.
Barhopped like crazy. Pendulum, The Eagle, Hole in the Wall, Unisexy, and briefly The Stud.
Made out with some hot hot men from Buenos Aires, who promply disappeared.
Met Peter from Toronto. Made out in the ally next to the Stud. Went to the roof of his hostel. Made out there more.
Ran home.
Saturday:
Breakfast @ Herbivore.
Coffee @ Dolores Park Cafe.
Went to pride celebration tents, hung out in faerieland.
Started drinking at 3 pm.
Made our way to the dyke march.
Marched with the dykes
Urinated in public more than all other times in my life combined.
Partied at the Castro Chevron with all sorts of people.
Walked around the Folsom area with cute SF queer boys. Eagle, Hole in the Wall.
Made out with Gentry in an alleyway.
Stumbled into Carl's jr. Ate chicken, bacon and cheese.
Passed the fuck out.
Sunday:
Awoke to dykes on bikes going by window. Realized the parade had started, made our way down to streetside.
Watched the parade. Yelled and screamed at Alan Cumming. Don't think he heard me.
Hung out in faerieland more. Reportedly left only a few minutes before an orgy broke out.
Went to the hotel to nap; they had misplaced my key; in my running around to track down Jose with the key, I ran into a boy named Steve. Decided to go to his place to nap instead. Without the napping part.
Saw the Haight/Ashbury neighborhood from Steve's second-story bedroom window.
Met back up with the crew at the hotel where we lamented that we had nothing to do and no energy to do it with.
Went to the Midnight Sun where they were supposed to play Queer as Folk, but the fuckers weren't.
So back to the Eagle we went. Told a very very very drunk man to go home and lay down. Gentry sprained his ankle when he got overexcited that The Donnas came on. Bitch went down.
Jose, Crash and I made our way home, but not without a stop at The Hole in the Wall. And Carl's Junior.
Monday:
Checked out of the Hotel at 11.
Picked up Gentry (aka gimpy gumby).
Met much of the Portland contingent at the Dolores Park Cafe for coffee and breakfast. Decompressed. Took it easy.
Drove home. Ate fast food.
I defintely have some shit to say. Forthcoming.