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Got sugared. Dressed slutty, including new silver Fluevog Monza heels. Met the Tickler at my place. Took transit to Capitol Hill.
And did many of my favorite things.
Alert, longtime readers may recall that the Space Virgins were the first Burning Man theme camp I ever camped with. I hadn't seen any of them in a while, so I hung out, got one (1) beer, and talked. Patty Cole, the founder of the Space Virgins, is 76 years old. That goes a long way toward explaining her disinterest in going back to the playa: it's harsh. If I go back, I don't think I'm going back with the SVs. They seem to have lost a lot of steam as a group.
Walked around a bit more. Took the bus home. Crashed again.
It's worthy of note that at least on Capitol Hill, I didn't see any of the usual nasty, churchy, fashy protestors, and there were precious few if any at the Seattle Center, swarmed by queers holding Pride flags in front of them. Did they get bored? Or did COVID kill them all? Either way, I seem to be the only one who even noticed their absence.
And did many of my favorite things.
- We hit the street fair on Broadway, and I got a witchy necklace from Sigil. Note: I am not at all witchy; it was just that cool a necklace. Check out her shop on Etsy.
- Ran into T, the woman who long ago plugged me into the goth scene, LJ, etc. The three of us got sushi. This wasn't the first time T had come across to me as awfully lonely. I can relate, but sometimes it's... a lot. I confess to a little relief when she went her own way.
- Boba. The Tickler is seriously into it, with all its variations.
- Hit the Wildrose, which seemed to take a while to get going due to a) the Dyke March, and b) the cough-inducing cover charge. But the Tickler and I ensconced ourselves where we could see a lot, and we acted like, as they put it, "Statler & Waldorf, only positive". That was a lot of eye candy, with respectable variety. I didn't do as much talking to strangers as last year because I had the Tickler there.
Alert, longtime readers may recall that the Space Virgins were the first Burning Man theme camp I ever camped with. I hadn't seen any of them in a while, so I hung out, got one (1) beer, and talked. Patty Cole, the founder of the Space Virgins, is 76 years old. That goes a long way toward explaining her disinterest in going back to the playa: it's harsh. If I go back, I don't think I'm going back with the SVs. They seem to have lost a lot of steam as a group.
Walked around a bit more. Took the bus home. Crashed again.
It's worthy of note that at least on Capitol Hill, I didn't see any of the usual nasty, churchy, fashy protestors, and there were precious few if any at the Seattle Center, swarmed by queers holding Pride flags in front of them. Did they get bored? Or did COVID kill them all? Either way, I seem to be the only one who even noticed their absence.
