I'm finally getting over a cold (which turned out to be strepp). It's been a week since I've had any energy. And worst of all is this darned sickness kept me out of what could have been on the gayest events of my life to date: Gay Pride in San Francisco. That's right. I didn't get to crowd with the masses to gawk at the Perpetual Sisters of Indulgence or the flocks of men in dresses or the hoards of overweight men without much of anything on at all or even the women who'll kick your ass as soon as look at you. And sadly no wild crazy dance parties with far too effeminate boys hardly old enough to make it in the bar. That's right. I missed all that queer goodness due to a little cold. Pity me.
| June 30, 2006 09:31am | 
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