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I completely forgot: one night early in the week, all of Camp Beaverton plus our neighbors Gender Blender and 8-Bit Bunny jumped on an art car run by gay men called BAAAHS, or Big-Ass Amazingly Awesome Homosexual Sheep. Good times late into the night were had.
It really does look like a cubist sheep. One enters through the "anus" and slides down a slide onto the lower deck, which is decorated with disco balls and plush internal organs. No, really. You're inside a sheep. A homosexual sheep! And the upper deck features a fabulous view, of course, and an equally fabulous DJ who's part of the BAAAHS crew. Musically, I'm a twink trapped in a femme's body.
I've been on BAAAHS a couple of times before, but this time we had the benefit of Beavers driving, so we weren't going to bust our bladders. It was amusing, though, to hear our ever detail-oriented mayor Fiver say worriedly, "Pickle's in charge, so I don't know what's going to happen." But Pickle got us back to the BAAAHS camp with no time to spare and no incidents.
From the Dept. of FOMO: there was a rainbow bridge, i.e. a bridge in the shape of a rainbow, in Pride colors, and climbable. OK, not bad, and when we stopped there I wandered off to check out an interesting art piece nearby. I found out later that the bridge had been lit up in trans Pride colors while we were there, in honor of Gender Blender I guess, but I missed it.
There was one dude who was saying to me and other assembled trans women, "You're not fooling anybody." When I gave him the stink eye, he winked at me. Dude. You know we get killed for being ourselves, right?
A young lady appearing to be rolling pretty hard put her hand on my face and looked into my eyes. I was too wiped out to do any more than give her a look that said, 'Really?'
It really does look like a cubist sheep. One enters through the "anus" and slides down a slide onto the lower deck, which is decorated with disco balls and plush internal organs. No, really. You're inside a sheep. A homosexual sheep! And the upper deck features a fabulous view, of course, and an equally fabulous DJ who's part of the BAAAHS crew. Musically, I'm a twink trapped in a femme's body.
I've been on BAAAHS a couple of times before, but this time we had the benefit of Beavers driving, so we weren't going to bust our bladders. It was amusing, though, to hear our ever detail-oriented mayor Fiver say worriedly, "Pickle's in charge, so I don't know what's going to happen." But Pickle got us back to the BAAAHS camp with no time to spare and no incidents.
From the Dept. of FOMO: there was a rainbow bridge, i.e. a bridge in the shape of a rainbow, in Pride colors, and climbable. OK, not bad, and when we stopped there I wandered off to check out an interesting art piece nearby. I found out later that the bridge had been lit up in trans Pride colors while we were there, in honor of Gender Blender I guess, but I missed it.
There was one dude who was saying to me and other assembled trans women, "You're not fooling anybody." When I gave him the stink eye, he winked at me. Dude. You know we get killed for being ourselves, right?
A young lady appearing to be rolling pretty hard put her hand on my face and looked into my eyes. I was too wiped out to do any more than give her a look that said, 'Really?'
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