There are frigid winds.
This Saturday and Sunday was Gay Pride weekend.
A big parade to the Castro.
Time for some buff and glistening nudity!
All week long I was looking forward to reports of goosebumps and exposed skin turning blue. Especially for the first contingent, because they would leave the staging area before the day heated up.
Dykes On Bikes. Motorcycle lesbians with bare chests, piercings clearly visible, and, this year, just sheer mounds of quivering blue goosebumps.
The parade always kicks off with Dykes On Bikes.
Majestically roaring down Market Street
Blue goose bumps!
Had I been along the parade route, I would have been sadly unsatisfied by it all. They dressed sensibly, according to reports.
Which is an enormous pity, because I've always told visitors to the city that there are FOUR moving landmarks here: Dykes On Bikes, Frank Chu (the twelve galaxies guy), the two nasty naked men who weasel their way into many rallies and protests, and Bush Man (who holds branches in front of his face, and then jumps out at the unsuspecting. You haven't been to San Francisco unless you seen at least two of those.
Pursuant twelve galaxies guy, I am sure he would appreciate being quoted in greater detail, so that his message reaches even more people.
Here goes:
IMPEACH
CLINTON
12 GALAXIES
GUILTIED TO A
DECTROLOGICAL
ROCKET SOCIETY
[Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Chu]
Frank Chu is my generation's finest voice.
He's prophet.
Anyhow, there has been no mention of goose bumps.
Which is extremely and bitterly disappointing.
Other than that, it was probably fine.
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