Pride weekend, part 1

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Latex drinks Thursday night in the basement of the Cha Cha Lounge. It's lit in red, which is appropriate for that crowd, but it hampered our ability to check out the colors of each other's latex, as we do. There are worse ways to spend an evening than swapping stories with a petite but mean younger woman in a translucent dress. I couldn't help but be amused at how the dozen or so people in their shinery finery outnumbered the normies pretty much the whole time I was there. And some of the normies told me they liked our look.

But I was there on a mission: find out if Madame Zoe is queer. Did I succeed? Well, no, I'm still not sure. But I did see one thing that kind of gives me pause. She just broke up with her fella out of the country, but there was some dude getting consensually handsy with her. This to me doesn't seem like a promising sign.

I decided to forgo the trip to Neighbours after Cha Cha. Even as it was I had difficulty getting work done.


Yesterday evening was Trans Pride in Seattle's Volunteer Park. As last year, there was no march, but there were speeches, performances, and a whole lot of booths. But unlike last year there were waaay more people, and I'd bet you an awesome T-shirt that most of them were trans or non-binary. It wasn't Folsom crowded, but walking between the booths wasn't always possible.

I've never been to a trans event that people dressed up for so much, either. I was in my psychedelic skater dress and gladiator sandals because it was a) warm and b) on a grassy slope. I wasn't totally slumming it, but I did feel a bit underdressed.

Oh yeah: I haven't seen a higher percentage of people wearing masks since a kink event several months ago where there were door people enforcing masks. That's right, Middle America: the transes are better than you are. So are the kinksters.

Today: I have black fingernails, silver shoes, and slutty clothes crying out to be worn. It's Pride Eve, baby.