REPRESENTING!

Angry radical Filippina lesbians aren't my cup of tea. There were several thousand of them stomping down Market Street from the Ferry Building to Moscone Center today, if the reports are to be believed, protesting against capitalism, Bong Bong, Biden, Xi, and the patriarchy. As represented by APEC. Which is fine. Other than the folks who wish to see themselves on the news, it's just APEC attendees visiting the city this week (who are all being very well protected from protestors and real people). Run riot, ladies. APEC your hearts out.

And of course, angry radical Filippina lesbians are an important demographic.
Our many fine vegan restaurants depend upon them.
As do makers of snow-proof boots.

Blundstones. Chelsea. Clarks. And Docs.
Lovely functional expressive footwear.

San Francisco is ALL about angry radical Filippina lesbians. They are emblematic of the city.

Along with the angry old git in a wheelchair outside my apartment building this morning having a loud screaming fight with a filthy drooling and mumbling African American with matted locks streetperson who had tried to rob him. Which is why he had come back with a crowbar. They moved down the block loudly shouting, no one else around to witness their altercation, because all the local angry radical Filippina lesbians were elsewhere.
Filthy drooling bums, with or without wheelchairs, are also emblematic.
And something we are famous for.

On work days I leave around eight, so that I can deal with the sweet tempered non-lesbian drooling old farts in Marin for a full shift. It's a mission, a handful, my life's work, and a manly job. There was a ballgame on teevee early, so the backroom collectively shit their diapers several times, totally unaware of the angry radical Filippina lesbians, who might've been on a different channel. Ladies, screaming your hatred of capitalism, Biden, Bong Bong, Xi, and the patriarchy along Market Street during a Forty Niners game may be unproductive. Unless you start breaking plate glass windows, no one pays attention. And they wouldn't allow you anywhere near Moscone Center. So the APEC folk didn't know about it either.

Alas, I myself didn't find out about the Market Street protest march until I returned to the city in the evening, whereas I was extremely aware of the game.


Also, there was a meeting of the pipe club. Which was quite enjoyable. All of the attending members, about a dozen today, were remarkably non-Filippino men, with equitable dispositions, not particularly upset about Bongity, Biden, and the capitalists.
Mostly Balkan blends were smoked. There was cheese.
As well as red wine, and bottles of Port.
I drank tea.



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