Yesterday morning when the bus pulled into the transit centre there was a dense pillow of fog over Marin City. In the evening, upon returning to the city, the bridge was invisible grey, the Presidio ghostly, gothic, and my own neighborhood was dense with fog further up hill. As if an amorphous blob was eating away at existence. Last smoke of the day was in a grey zone. So I'm kind of wondering how the gay young men are going to prance down Market Street in the nearly nude today at the parade. It might hit sixty degrees Fahrenheit or so.
A temperature not quite conducive to near-nudity.
Even with fluffy feathers.
I suspect Pride might be a bit chilly this year.
Or best in sweaters and fur.
Happy socks.
One other thought that comes to mind: there will be more straight people in the gay pride parade than showed up for the "Hetero Awesome Festival" celebration in Boise, Idaho, on June 20 to 21. Which was approximately fifty.
They probably came to gawk.
Not participate.
There will probably also be more straight people attending the Folsom Street Fair later in the summer too. Maybe not the Up Your Alley Fair, a leather and fetish festival in Dore Alley. We once handed out pamphlets and promo literature for the cause at the Folsom Street event, during which I wondered where those naked men would put it -- ooh! Papercuts in sensitive places -- but Dore Alley, that was never a possibility. Folsom Street is a wholesome family celebration by comparison. Dore Alley, mmm, not so much. Hardly. Not even.
Perhaps the awesome heterosexuals in Boise Idaho should organize a similar event.
Idaho needs to have their eyes opened to a world of possibilities.
Oh, it will be so splendid. And very festive.
Plus delightfully hurty!
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