It's axiomatic that we should all be proud of who we are as God and Nature made us. So it makes sense for Pride to be the theme at these affirmation of variant sexuality things (Gay Pride Parade etc). Thankfully our society is evolving to where we don't make any special deal out of any particular identity. Gay Pride is no longer about gays but is really about anybody and everybody who celebrates diversity and sincerity and freedom in matters of sexual identity. Whether I was gay or bi or trans or just the plain ol' cismale that I am, it's all good, all to take pride in, all to support one another in.
So we went down to
Badlands late the night of the 6th (basically Pride Day) because it's a good place to dance but also for the crowds. Sunya doesn't like crowds and yet I see her so energized when we are in a good one, and I like it for awhile too, shouldering my way through, observing all the crazy people, interacting with countless random people for fractions of a second at a time. Until it isn't, it's fun. And that night all the gays and fellow travelers had come out of their hidey-holes to celebrate and make their stand and whatever it is they did before we arrived. I imagine there was a parade and there were shows and maybe even speeches (though I doubt it, the gay crowd doesn't take itself that seriously, not around here they don't). All those folks crowded up the
gayborhood and the intersection of 20th and K was a madhouse of camp and frump. It was great.
Yeah, frump. As we stood in line I noticed a lot of people had dressed down, way down. Having been mildly infected with Sunya's appreciation of style I actually said something about people not making any effort. I was shot down quickly, though. Apparently dressing like a frump is the thing in the alt-sex community, and being out on a Saturday night looking like you're just off your shelf restocking job is a thing.
Anyway, whatever. I took pictures.
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| Standing in line |
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| The line being standed in |
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| The bar overlooking the line |
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| Deco inside |
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| Some female impersonator getting phoned in |
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| Deco also inside |
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| Some other female impersonator between the balloons |
What is it with female impersonators? I can imagine they were quite the thing once, but the idea just sort of strikes me as unnecessary and odd. If they're really talented performers, great, bring it on, but usually they're some guy whom you can tell is not very pretty under the wigs and makeup camping up some old song by Madonna.
Well, anyway. This was a random poast. If I did it over there would be a completely different subject.
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I hate crowds and noise, but paradoxically I like music and dancing. Went to a thing last night at a place where the music is too loud (even the other ppl said so). Have huge migraine. Must remember not to go there again. Down here, most ppl look frumpy alla time. Idk if it's a thing or just the lazies. Some young girls make an effort and of course there's always a handful of the older blonde botoxies all done up (even on a hike). Men invariably look like they're just been cleaning the garage.
*they've
"older blonde botoxies all done up"
A favorite of mine -- from a distance.
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