Fuck whitey
Whoever decided to make the fuckin’ Love Parade and the Castro Street Fair in the same weekend was a cruel motherfucker.
This actually goes on record as being the first time I’ve been an active attendee of the Love Parade. Usually I just emerge up out of the Muni subway with loads of grocery bags and find myself in a throng of hyped up and high, brightly clad straight folk. And while we missed the parade itself, Dascha met up with me, poured herself a Jager-avec-Coke on the street, then we strolled down Market to Civic Center.
I have to say, the Love Parade puts Pride to shame. They’re both in the same location and feature plenty of colorful, happy people, but the Love Parade rather takes the cake. Firstly, there aren’t people hawking free samples of shit every two steps you take. But there are dancefloors in every quadrant of the area.
Dascha had an enjoyable time using up all my silly string as, despite the fact that I’d donned devil horns for the event, I didn’t want to harass or attack anybody with the ostensibly toxic stuff. Fun times.
Then Sunday, I met up with LG and hit up the Castro Street Fair for the first time in several years. Hasn’t changed an inch. Although you do get a bit nickel and dimed everywhere you go. As in, you get off the Muni and they ask for donations. You go into a bar and there’s a fucking cover (puh-leeze, Mary). We watched the drag queens do a medley on stage, danced a bit on the dancefloor (What is with the theme of these deep house records with absolutely no vocals? What the eff, you guys? I thought we were over that), laughed with fellow fags watching the Tina Fey impersonation of Sarah Palin in the Midnight Sun, narrowly avoided my vile ex Sean, and even made a surprise call to Mr. Alterhausen to hear his remix version of Mariah’s “We Belong Together”.
And can I just say, special applause to me for still managing to make it to Trader Joe’s blitzed off my ass Saturday, keep the kitchen clean after it had been ransacked, and mop and scrub the floors and vacuum the carpets on Sunday. You’re damn straight, I make the most of my weekends.
