Tagged With: San Francisco
We get knocked down, but we get up again
I caught my sandal on one of the criminally protruding MUNI rails while crossing Market Street yesterday and went sprawling in the middle of the intersection. Caught myself on my hands in a monster push-up and managed not to rip my jeans, so I thought I was doing pretty well. Picked myself up and got … Continue reading
The Principle Is Sound
At the front of the room, the D.J. is having a loving relationship with his moog, an instrument which as far as I can tell was invented for my generation, like sex and Crystal Pepsi. He turns the dials of the moog and it beeps and burbles happily over the arrhythmic thumping blasting from the … Continue reading
Legs from here to Sunday
At last, miniskirts are back in style. I and my beautiful legs have been waiting 24 years for this and yesterday we road-tested our brand new skirt in the great out of doors. I wobbled all over the neighborhood on my high-heeled boots, enviously staring at the beautiful men gliding along effortlessly in their five-inch … Continue reading
Turtles and Dragonflies
I’ve been so happy tramping over the city in this heat. I found a sidewalk by the park covered in dozens of stencils of turtles and dragonflies. In the middle of all these water dwellers someone has painted In Memory of My Love. If the Lad died I would stencil windmills up the side of … Continue reading
The Castro was just below my elbow
Last night I dreamt I had a map of the city tattooed on my right arm, with all the neighborhoods filled in with different colors. It was so beautiful. All day I have been eyeing my bare and boring right arm with speculation. But this tattoo was the city, and when KTV and her bike … Continue reading
My First Transgender Dog
Last night I went to my volunteer orientation for PAWS, where I was recruited to help build their float for the Pride Parade (I am going to try SO hard to be on the float) and help out at the doggie prom. A float and a prom. It’s my senior year of high school all … Continue reading
WHOOO! It’s just for dekarashun.
As soon as I posted that last part, I started hearing yelling outside. It was not the normal yelling that I hear every night, of the “WHOOO!” variety intended to indicate a good time.* No, this was the more protesty kind of yell. I threw on a sweatshirt over my lounging pajamas** and hotfooted it … Continue reading
Irrelevant stuff, but why do you come here otherwise?
Watching a news reporter when the camera isn’t on them is an extremely edifying exercise, especially if you can catch the transition between off-camera and on-. It makes you realize that these people are not your friends and they are not stalwart warriors in search of truth. They’re just actors. And last night I saw … Continue reading
Jesus was never lost
I found Jesus at the peace march today. He was dressed in a long white robe and beard and carried a sign that said “Who Would Jesus Bomb?” “The moneylenders!” I said, but this did not appear to be the answer he was looking for. I admired his Nikes. If you, like me, were wondering … Continue reading
My time with Maggie
The first night she was here, we went to a bar with the Sean(e) crowd. I had carefully arranged to have an event going on so that she would know how I am happening and fun and have many likeable friends. (Later I blew this casual coolness by accidentally referencing the fact that I had … Continue reading