Forrest, Becca and I went to see the fireworks downtown and as we were leaving, all these cops lined up in the streets with riot gear and there was this huuuuuuuuuuge group of people being pushed back by the cops. With the exception of some of the police, we were the only white people within a two mile radius. Everyone was black. No Asians, no ( Read more... )

I had lunch at the Budapest Cafe in Castro. The waiter was the hottest and most adorable homosexual ever. He had one of those shirts with a sad cartoon piggy saying "Please don't eat me, I love you". There was this dude sitting next to us, and when he left the waiter came up to us and said conspiratorially "You guys, that was RuPaul!" Then he went ( Read more... )

The night before last we went to Cossi fan Tutti, which is an opera by Mozart, and it kicked zee ass. There was a translating screen so you would have some idea what was going on. At one point one of the sopranos said "I was just asking,Miss Thing."

Last night I met Becca's old pal Carson (female), Carson's live-in boyfriend, Ian, and their friend ( Read more... )

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SUP BITCHES! I'm in some little pissant Oregan town outside of Salem on my way to Oakland. That's right, the Windy Apple and Ghetto Capital of the World. My brotha Forrest, his Domestic Partner Becca and I are roadtrippin' our way to Californ-eye-aye. Forrest just gave me a beer! A whoooooole beer. Heh. It tastes like Talking Rain and rubbing ( Read more... )