I didn't say "Happy Pride" anywhere on the internet. In light of the abortion situation it didn't feel right. Yet another reason to resent the bastards.
Friday: On my way to Capitol Hill on the train, I ran into a Goth who was on her way to a protest that I found out about from her. I didn't join her. Instead, I got something to eat, and proceeded to drink and flirt my way through Friday night outside the Wildrose. My main regret is staying out too late, but it's not my only regret.
Saturday: Met up with Taller Woman and Lady K on Broadway for some strolling, plus some sitting in the shade with eats and drinks. I took Lady K's wise counsel – she's my age – and got to bed at a reasonable hour. Ran into Shiny H and R of R and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
namoda fame. For all of five seconds, I thought they knew each other, but I ended up introducing them. Of course I lost Lady K in the crowd right then, because Pride.
Sunday: Donned my black leather bikini, vintage black patent collar, and black Stetson. Caught the start of the parade. Found the dykes on bikes where they parked and chatted up the one who had the Leather Pride flag on the back of her bike. Got cruised by a third woman while doing so. I may actually see the biker at my next play party; if so, she becomes the Biker.
Walked back up the parade route looking unsuccessfully for the Lambert House contingent. Got asked to do an interview by a local TV reporter about Pride happening for the first time in three years, plus the impact of abortion thereupon. Again, it didn't feel right. I declined the offer. The people who need to be given the mic are the ones more directly affected than I am: younger cis women and trans men.
Bopped up to the 'Rose. Chatted with married lesbians. Are they worried about the direction of things? Yup. Were they still hanging out at the 'Rose? Yup. Had to educate one of them about how you don't ask trans people for their dead name. Had spontaneous dinner with R &namoda. Hit the 'Rose again. Went melty for a pair of big brown eyes – hey, at least she's over 30, she said. Went home. Crashed.
Did I hang around too many people when the pandemic isn't quite over? Yup. Did it help my mental health when I needed it to? Oh yeah.
Irony: I woke up too early this morning because I'd set the temperature in my bedroom too low. That, or leaving the windows open upstairs had cooled the whole house down too much.
Edited to add: I have two sunburns about the size and shape of corn chips, one on each shoulder, but they're not severe. SPF 50 FTW.
Friday: On my way to Capitol Hill on the train, I ran into a Goth who was on her way to a protest that I found out about from her. I didn't join her. Instead, I got something to eat, and proceeded to drink and flirt my way through Friday night outside the Wildrose. My main regret is staying out too late, but it's not my only regret.
Saturday: Met up with Taller Woman and Lady K on Broadway for some strolling, plus some sitting in the shade with eats and drinks. I took Lady K's wise counsel – she's my age – and got to bed at a reasonable hour. Ran into Shiny H and R of R and
namoda fame. For all of five seconds, I thought they knew each other, but I ended up introducing them. Of course I lost Lady K in the crowd right then, because Pride.Sunday: Donned my black leather bikini, vintage black patent collar, and black Stetson. Caught the start of the parade. Found the dykes on bikes where they parked and chatted up the one who had the Leather Pride flag on the back of her bike. Got cruised by a third woman while doing so. I may actually see the biker at my next play party; if so, she becomes the Biker.
Walked back up the parade route looking unsuccessfully for the Lambert House contingent. Got asked to do an interview by a local TV reporter about Pride happening for the first time in three years, plus the impact of abortion thereupon. Again, it didn't feel right. I declined the offer. The people who need to be given the mic are the ones more directly affected than I am: younger cis women and trans men.
Bopped up to the 'Rose. Chatted with married lesbians. Are they worried about the direction of things? Yup. Were they still hanging out at the 'Rose? Yup. Had to educate one of them about how you don't ask trans people for their dead name. Had spontaneous dinner with R &
namoda. Hit the 'Rose again. Went melty for a pair of big brown eyes – hey, at least she's over 30, she said. Went home. Crashed.Did I hang around too many people when the pandemic isn't quite over? Yup. Did it help my mental health when I needed it to? Oh yeah.
Irony: I woke up too early this morning because I'd set the temperature in my bedroom too low. That, or leaving the windows open upstairs had cooled the whole house down too much.
Edited to add: I have two sunburns about the size and shape of corn chips, one on each shoulder, but they're not severe. SPF 50 FTW.
