Not only didn't I leave Seattle this weekend; I didn't even leave Fremont. It was a welcome change from all the traveling I did the previous several weeks.
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namoda, Tacoma Girl, and yours truly. Poor namoda needed me to turn off the KEXP due to a threatening migraine at one point, but she fought it off with some timely drugs. Thank goodness!
Saturday afternoon: I put on my comfortable, New Look Devil Girl outfit – black short-sleeved dress with a rose & spider web print, horns, red Fluevog Bekkies and red Fluevog devil tail belt, red horns – and took the sign I made down to the Fremont Solstice Parade.
On the front of the sign: ERADICATE EVERYONE
On the back of the sign: WHO MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE
The message, of course, is that being shitty to people who make you uncomfortable is wrong. I flipped the sign often to make sure everyone saw the whole thing. One young dude asked if that meant exterminating Nazis too. I broke character and said yes, because hell yes exterminate Nazis.
For those of you from outside Seattle, the Solstice Parade is basically a parade run by hippies, as was the whole neighborhood of Fremont from the sixties until the tech industry took over during the nineties.
I eventually met up with my lez-bean pal T, who lives in lower Fremont and had a prime seat for watching the parade. The theme of this year's parade seems to have been twerking: one of the naked bicyclists did it, as did an entire troupe of young women. T & I were OK with that. There was a woman "decomposing", i.e. handing out torn pieces of sheet music. Good floats and bands as ever, but the politics I saw this year had to do with renewable energy.
I watched the parade so until my booty couldn't handle sitting on the concrete anymore, then went walking into the many blocks of vendors on a quest for eetz, flipping my sign all the way. I overheard one vendor saying, "I don't get it!" One elderly lady asked me what was up and I told her, "I'm the devil. You deserve to be comfortable!" I think I overheard a young woman agree (!) with the full sentence. A fellow with a Scottish accent expressed relief that there were two sides to the sign. It was, as T had said, an interesting psychology experiment. Sheesh, I thought everyone would get it immediately, but to be fair, many people seemed to.
Saturday night: I went to bed at a reasonable hour. All that walking and sign flipping were enough for the day. Besides, I'd gotten my social on the previous evening.
Sunday: I did all my weekend chores early and napped like whoa. I'm OK with not having ridden a bus or train this weekend. I shall be recharged for Pride.
Friday night: The full coven met here at the Devil Girl house! That's
namoda, Tacoma Girl, and yours truly. Poor namoda needed me to turn off the KEXP due to a threatening migraine at one point, but she fought it off with some timely drugs. Thank goodness!Saturday afternoon: I put on my comfortable, New Look Devil Girl outfit – black short-sleeved dress with a rose & spider web print, horns, red Fluevog Bekkies and red Fluevog devil tail belt, red horns – and took the sign I made down to the Fremont Solstice Parade.
On the front of the sign: ERADICATE EVERYONE
On the back of the sign: WHO MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE
The message, of course, is that being shitty to people who make you uncomfortable is wrong. I flipped the sign often to make sure everyone saw the whole thing. One young dude asked if that meant exterminating Nazis too. I broke character and said yes, because hell yes exterminate Nazis.
For those of you from outside Seattle, the Solstice Parade is basically a parade run by hippies, as was the whole neighborhood of Fremont from the sixties until the tech industry took over during the nineties.
I eventually met up with my lez-bean pal T, who lives in lower Fremont and had a prime seat for watching the parade. The theme of this year's parade seems to have been twerking: one of the naked bicyclists did it, as did an entire troupe of young women. T & I were OK with that. There was a woman "decomposing", i.e. handing out torn pieces of sheet music. Good floats and bands as ever, but the politics I saw this year had to do with renewable energy.
I watched the parade so until my booty couldn't handle sitting on the concrete anymore, then went walking into the many blocks of vendors on a quest for eetz, flipping my sign all the way. I overheard one vendor saying, "I don't get it!" One elderly lady asked me what was up and I told her, "I'm the devil. You deserve to be comfortable!" I think I overheard a young woman agree (!) with the full sentence. A fellow with a Scottish accent expressed relief that there were two sides to the sign. It was, as T had said, an interesting psychology experiment. Sheesh, I thought everyone would get it immediately, but to be fair, many people seemed to.
Saturday night: I went to bed at a reasonable hour. All that walking and sign flipping were enough for the day. Besides, I'd gotten my social on the previous evening.
Sunday: I did all my weekend chores early and napped like whoa. I'm OK with not having ridden a bus or train this weekend. I shall be recharged for Pride.
