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Pride: the epic
Jul. 1st, 2013 11:18 amSorry I didn't post as I went. Normally, if I'm not posting it means I've either got nothing I want to say, or I'm in a funk. This time I was having too much fun, or recovering from too much fun, and not feeling like typing on my phone. So!
Friday: the Trans Pride march was, surprisingly, only about a third trans people. It was gratifying to see the allies turning out for us, because we need all the numbers we can get. I saw most of the trans people I know in Seattle. I note that I didn't see any of the trans Microsoftees I know, or of course any of the I'm-not-trans-anymore types.
The Siberian Siren texted me after the march of all of four blocks, and once the speechifying started I was only too happy to wander around and hang out with her. We discovered that during Pride, straight people on the Hill congregate in furniture stores.
I had a ticket to the Mark Farina show at Neumo's. Chatted with Riz, and eventually ran into this adorable young femme couple. We danced until 2:00, when Farina pulled the plug. I didn't ask for contact info; they were together, and I didn't want to be a creeper.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dagard says I'm a moron for that, but a group of assembled lesbians on Saturday night said, not necessarily. I walked the sidewalks full of skeevy dudes to Re-bar, where the Siren's girlfriend L was able to procure a ride home for me. Much gratitude there.
Saturday: Got dressed ( in my new Pride outfit. )
Marched in the Dyke March with the Lambert House ladies (including honorary lesbian John who was looking fabulous in his garland of real flowers), and shredded my feet. No more marching in fabulous shoes for me. And I need a solution for chub rub, it turns out.
After hanging out briefly on the SCCC lawn and dithering, we decided to hit the Safeway near Lambert House - a plague of gay locusts had apparently descended on their booze & mixers earlier, but we managed - and repair to a nice house where one of us was house sitting and have an impromptu party. So no, I didn't go clubbing in my fabulous dress, but the party turned out to be better than that in several important ways: better food & drinks, no poverty or deafness. I even met a few other women who I'm pretty sure are gay. Besides, the Siren had informed me she was drunk, which for her means asleep, and J&J didn't return my text. You snooze, you lose, and you lose me. How fortunate that we ended up two blocks from where I was parked.
Sunday: the Pride Parade. My boundless gratitude to whoever at Lambert House rented the pickup truck where I could stand & wave instead of walking. Best parade moment: before we started, we had the CSPC with their leather & whips next to the Seattle Police Department and their antique squad cars next to a bunch of youth groups, including Lambert House. Whips, cops, kids. Perfect.
Got to the Seattle Center, ran into the fabulously berainbowedshivana several times without really meaning to, as opposed to two years ago when I went looking for her. At length the Siren arrived, looking fabulous, of course. When it's hot outside, as it was yesterday, I recommend getting hugged by a gorgeous wet Russian who's just run through a fountain in her bikini.
Happy Pride, everyone. It really is gay Christmas, New Year's, and Halloween all rolled into one.
Friday: the Trans Pride march was, surprisingly, only about a third trans people. It was gratifying to see the allies turning out for us, because we need all the numbers we can get. I saw most of the trans people I know in Seattle. I note that I didn't see any of the trans Microsoftees I know, or of course any of the I'm-not-trans-anymore types.
The Siberian Siren texted me after the march of all of four blocks, and once the speechifying started I was only too happy to wander around and hang out with her. We discovered that during Pride, straight people on the Hill congregate in furniture stores.
I had a ticket to the Mark Farina show at Neumo's. Chatted with Riz, and eventually ran into this adorable young femme couple. We danced until 2:00, when Farina pulled the plug. I didn't ask for contact info; they were together, and I didn't want to be a creeper.
dagard says I'm a moron for that, but a group of assembled lesbians on Saturday night said, not necessarily. I walked the sidewalks full of skeevy dudes to Re-bar, where the Siren's girlfriend L was able to procure a ride home for me. Much gratitude there.Saturday: Got dressed ( in my new Pride outfit. )
Marched in the Dyke March with the Lambert House ladies (including honorary lesbian John who was looking fabulous in his garland of real flowers), and shredded my feet. No more marching in fabulous shoes for me. And I need a solution for chub rub, it turns out.
After hanging out briefly on the SCCC lawn and dithering, we decided to hit the Safeway near Lambert House - a plague of gay locusts had apparently descended on their booze & mixers earlier, but we managed - and repair to a nice house where one of us was house sitting and have an impromptu party. So no, I didn't go clubbing in my fabulous dress, but the party turned out to be better than that in several important ways: better food & drinks, no poverty or deafness. I even met a few other women who I'm pretty sure are gay. Besides, the Siren had informed me she was drunk, which for her means asleep, and J&J didn't return my text. You snooze, you lose, and you lose me. How fortunate that we ended up two blocks from where I was parked.
Sunday: the Pride Parade. My boundless gratitude to whoever at Lambert House rented the pickup truck where I could stand & wave instead of walking. Best parade moment: before we started, we had the CSPC with their leather & whips next to the Seattle Police Department and their antique squad cars next to a bunch of youth groups, including Lambert House. Whips, cops, kids. Perfect.
Got to the Seattle Center, ran into the fabulously berainbowed
shivana several times without really meaning to, as opposed to two years ago when I went looking for her. At length the Siren arrived, looking fabulous, of course. When it's hot outside, as it was yesterday, I recommend getting hugged by a gorgeous wet Russian who's just run through a fountain in her bikini.Happy Pride, everyone. It really is gay Christmas, New Year's, and Halloween all rolled into one.
