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Pride 2014, part 2
Jun. 29th, 2014 11:26 pmAfter dealing with work stuff, etc., I got to the Hill and wandered around the street fair that happens every Pride weekend on Broadway. You know what happened next: I ran into everybody. One of the vendors was Juliet, a Burner and Goth whom I bought from at a Goth yard sale maybe ten years ago; she's sewn for the Siberian Siren, because Seattle is that small. Sarah, one of my future Burning Man campmates from Camp Beaverton, re-introduced herself. Indigo Blue, the local burlesque celeb whom I met back in grad school, raised her big sunglasses just long enough to bid me happy Pride - she was traveling incognito, she said. Candace, the tall, blond, leather-corseted, and of course really cute (current?) officer in the Seattle Girls of Leather complimented me on my outfit* and told me to work it. Yes, ma'am.
A bowl of pho with the SS & A later, I was in the Dyke march with one of my Lambert House crew. Yup, the naked girl from years past was there on her roof again, only this time with a crop top and her pubes covered with what looked like construction paper.
Fetched my stuff from the Sanctimobile, which was parked on 15th; was pleased to note the absence of a parking ticket; and waited for the SS & A to return from the wedding they couldn't get out of. I guess gay people can only stop straights from scheduling their weddings on top of Pride by being the best man, matron of honor, or genderqueer person of distinction. To kill time, I helped L out with 'pooter things.
The SS got back with A at 2200, which meant she wasn't ready to go out until 2300. Got into Grimm's for free because A was working there that night. You get what you pay for, because it was tragically het: we saw a frat boy attempting to twerk. We soon migrated to the Wildrose, which is a place I'd long wanted to go for Pride. It had much of the streets in front of it fenced off, as did some of the other more popular establishments. Cover was pretty high, but at least it was a queer space. The SS did what she does best, namely charm everybody. She berated me for not getting the contact info for the girl I was flirting with in the bathroom line. Believe it or not, I'm not kicking myself.
Got home at: 0330. Temptress arrived at: 1200. We took the bus down and caught a little of the parade standing right behind a gay Boy Scout troop, chatting about various queer non-profits with an older fellow in an air force uniform. The previous sentence tells you how much has changed in the last ten years.
Yummy sandwich from the stall run by Skillet; I'll have to go there. We sat on the grass and later had a beer, checking out all the various sweet thangs. We both noticed that we have strikingly similar taste in women. On the way back to my place, we sampled the glory that is Red Mill Burgers. Then our own little Pride celebration, and then it was time for her to go south to her man and me to go east to m'boy.
Was it a good Pride? Sure, but partying with the Siren is hard work. Temptress is a much easier person to make plans with.
*Hankie-hemmed, square-necked, black-and-peach ultra-hippy dress with gladiator boot sandals. Horseshoe nail necklace, silver triangle earrings.
A bowl of pho with the SS & A later, I was in the Dyke march with one of my Lambert House crew. Yup, the naked girl from years past was there on her roof again, only this time with a crop top and her pubes covered with what looked like construction paper.
Fetched my stuff from the Sanctimobile, which was parked on 15th; was pleased to note the absence of a parking ticket; and waited for the SS & A to return from the wedding they couldn't get out of. I guess gay people can only stop straights from scheduling their weddings on top of Pride by being the best man, matron of honor, or genderqueer person of distinction. To kill time, I helped L out with 'pooter things.
The SS got back with A at 2200, which meant she wasn't ready to go out until 2300. Got into Grimm's for free because A was working there that night. You get what you pay for, because it was tragically het: we saw a frat boy attempting to twerk. We soon migrated to the Wildrose, which is a place I'd long wanted to go for Pride. It had much of the streets in front of it fenced off, as did some of the other more popular establishments. Cover was pretty high, but at least it was a queer space. The SS did what she does best, namely charm everybody. She berated me for not getting the contact info for the girl I was flirting with in the bathroom line. Believe it or not, I'm not kicking myself.
Got home at: 0330. Temptress arrived at: 1200. We took the bus down and caught a little of the parade standing right behind a gay Boy Scout troop, chatting about various queer non-profits with an older fellow in an air force uniform. The previous sentence tells you how much has changed in the last ten years.
Yummy sandwich from the stall run by Skillet; I'll have to go there. We sat on the grass and later had a beer, checking out all the various sweet thangs. We both noticed that we have strikingly similar taste in women. On the way back to my place, we sampled the glory that is Red Mill Burgers. Then our own little Pride celebration, and then it was time for her to go south to her man and me to go east to m'boy.
Was it a good Pride? Sure, but partying with the Siren is hard work. Temptress is a much easier person to make plans with.
*Hankie-hemmed, square-necked, black-and-peach ultra-hippy dress with gladiator boot sandals. Horseshoe nail necklace, silver triangle earrings.
