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i went to some queer transgender shit and it sucked. the highlight was candidates for district supervisors talking. i guess it's kinda weird to think that in reality, many people don't know much about their communities and, uh, the world outside of 'art'. it was weird because this was supposed to be some grassroots community based thing. i totally didn't get it.
then we went to some other benefit. it was pretty much over by the time we got there. before 1am. it was a drag.
i guess i can say that i tried. that i went out and did something on halloween. and i am left with this taste in my mouth that most people try too hard.
i was pleasantly surprised at how nice people were at these events though. like. really nice.
i was also not disappointed when i had a total of two beers the whole night. i guess i appreciate that i came home sober, i won't be the same kind of exhausted tomorrow, and yeah.
i mean, these performances were boring. i guess the performers were veterans (like fought in iraq). and now they identify as transgendered. and they perform art. i mean, it's a really cool concept and great that it exists. but i didn't really get that much out of it. there was this jewish drag queen (who was not a veteran) who performed and then was at the same party we went to afterwards. and i kinda have a crush on the guy. he was really believable, as like, feminine. but i want to see HIM. she had a really good conversation with this random guy who majored in 3 dimensional sound (yeah, i don't even know how that is a major) about how drag died and is coming back in san francisco and what that is all about. how it hit this mainstream level (like to wong foo) and now it is relevant again.
after seeing drag queens take knifes and stab themselves only for there to be blood in their fake bloods that goes everywhere, and they spray mess all over the audience, and pour themselves in gasoline, can i respect it (this was some other random night i was trying to pretend that i am still edgy)
so yeah, i guess the night wasn't too shitty. it was kinda cool walking through the mission and chatting with this nice guy, and going to some underground basement thing in the castro where most things are anything other than underground.
bed time.
then we went to some other benefit. it was pretty much over by the time we got there. before 1am. it was a drag.
i guess i can say that i tried. that i went out and did something on halloween. and i am left with this taste in my mouth that most people try too hard.
i was pleasantly surprised at how nice people were at these events though. like. really nice.
i was also not disappointed when i had a total of two beers the whole night. i guess i appreciate that i came home sober, i won't be the same kind of exhausted tomorrow, and yeah.
i mean, these performances were boring. i guess the performers were veterans (like fought in iraq). and now they identify as transgendered. and they perform art. i mean, it's a really cool concept and great that it exists. but i didn't really get that much out of it. there was this jewish drag queen (who was not a veteran) who performed and then was at the same party we went to afterwards. and i kinda have a crush on the guy. he was really believable, as like, feminine. but i want to see HIM. she had a really good conversation with this random guy who majored in 3 dimensional sound (yeah, i don't even know how that is a major) about how drag died and is coming back in san francisco and what that is all about. how it hit this mainstream level (like to wong foo) and now it is relevant again.
after seeing drag queens take knifes and stab themselves only for there to be blood in their fake bloods that goes everywhere, and they spray mess all over the audience, and pour themselves in gasoline, can i respect it (this was some other random night i was trying to pretend that i am still edgy)
so yeah, i guess the night wasn't too shitty. it was kinda cool walking through the mission and chatting with this nice guy, and going to some underground basement thing in the castro where most things are anything other than underground.
bed time.