So my first Pride ever was rather disappointing. I'm thinking that I didn't choose well when it came to events. Friday night Mike, Michael and I were convinced into attending a uniform/leather ball which turned out to be in a grand ballroom with a huge classic swing band. The space and music was actually great, but having about 100+ guys walking around this classy, well-lit place in fetish wear just made the whole thing far too surreal. And I'm not talking about the kind of surrealism that finds itself on the wall of a museum. I'm talking about the kind of surrealism that makes a serial killer cuddle with his blood-stained, headless teddy bear while saying things like "mommy likes it when I'm a good boy."
Saturday evening the three of us decided to check out the infamous Pink Party in the Castro. Beyond the lesbians peeing on the street in front of my apartment, the throngs of drugged out hets whose "best friend is gay," and the complete inability to formulate a thought over the chaotic roar of the crowd... it was amazing. Amazingly horrific that is. I lasted all of 10 minutes before the rending of flesh from bone ensued.
Later Saturday we decided to hit "the big dance" of the weekend. It's odd how a dance can feel so much like one giant commercial advertisement seared directly into your synaptic pathways. I still haven't been able to get that "kill the prime minister of Malaysia" voice out of my head. For additional money - because the $50 entrance fee wasn't enough - you can be one of the cool crowd and hang out in one of the specially reserved spaces for people who want to feel elite. Apparently elite people get chairs. Who knew. Even more exciting were the white, female, rapper djs shouting out bad rhymes which defied all attempts at dancing.
I didn't make it to the parade on Sunday because I was a drama duty as well as just so tired of the crowds. Did you know that the number of people in the city more than doubles during Pride? Next year I've decided to approach Pride differently: I find out where every last big event is taking place and then avoid those areas at all costs. Either that or I'm getting an IV drip of valium to wheel around with me.
| June 25, 2007 11:39am | 
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Even I made it to the pride parade, though I'm betting SF had a few more attendees than Anchorage's 15 (+5 elderly tourists who, I'm pretty sure, didn't realize what the parade was for until the dancing boys in skivvies).
Valette | June 25, 2007 11:48AM