Pride and such.
Jun. 25th, 2006 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pasitheaJon, Stacey, and I went to the gay pride parade in San Francisco today. Woo! ^_^ In the 15 years I've lived in this area, this was the first time I'd actually gone. The parade was a lot of fun but amazingly long! 3 hours wow! I was having a great time until...
Fucking breeders! Some guy with a baby on his shoulders and his wife in tow literally SHOVED himself in front of me with his fucking natty brat's diaper right in my fucking face. I said rather sharply to him, "NICE! HOW POLITE!" which he did his damnedest to completely ignore. Fucked straight people think they own the fucking world. At LEAST give me ONE GODDAMNED DAY at a GAY PRIDE PARADE. So I thought some pretty hostile thoughts for about the next half hour and brought down my friends. I finally resolved myself to simply being as irritating as I could. This consisted mostly of cheering really loudly for the Good Vibrations float until I remembered I had a very shrill whistle in my pocket, which I then proceeded to use for cheering by blowing it as hard and sharply as I could very near his ear. Take that fuckhead! I mean why don't you just literally rub my nose in your fucking straight privledges.
But then there was a sea of balloons and I found a better view position and I felt better. Yay balloons!
After the parade, I taunted the twenty or so right wingers who were standing in a cluster waving hateful little signs about how AIDs is a plague from God (HELLO MORONS! Your signs are 20 years out of date! 90% of current HIV cases are in hetereosexuals these days because queers are smart enough to use a condom!) So my taunting consisted of going up in front of them and doing a wide gesture, "NO EARTHQUAKES! NO LIGHTNING! NOT EVEN A CLOUD IN THE SKY! WHAT COULD IT MEAN! IT MUST BE A SIGN!". One of the christian whackos, a thin weasely man with a lisp, clutching a sign that says 'Jesus loves you despite your sins' was screaming at someone about how they'd better come back and he'd kick their ass. I gave him the boogey boogey, got right between him and who he was yelling at and said, "HEY! WHAT HAPPENED TO JESUS LOVES YOU?' but my cloaking field seemed to be at full power today because like the assinine breeder, he did his best to completely ignore me. (I'm starting to think that these little worms just pretend I'm invisible because they see the fluorescent hair and think I might take them up on their chest beating challenge) And in truth, I probably would except I'm trying not to get arrested or bruised this week. Next month though, I'll be ready to take a hit again. Kinda weird that. I've run into a lot of men seeking conflict, but when I offer them conflict, they don't seem to see me at all. Like with Chirik and the bike guy last year or the guys on the train or they guys today. What is it with that?
Ohwell, anyhow...
After the parade, we went the opposite direction of the crowds and headed for China Town for some dimsum. Mmmm... Dimsum! And after dimsum, we stopped in a shop with cookwares. Stacey and I got a smaller and much better wok than the one my mom gave me like 20 years ago (which was crap even then) and I found one of the holy artifacts I'd been searching for. A REALLY HEAVY cleaver. Oooh yes, my precious! And it was only 15 dollars. It's a type of steel that will need to be kept oiled but it will cut. Oh precious will it cut. It will slice right through yams, it will. Oooh yes.. And nasty hobbits bonies, and coconuts and fingers if we lets it. Yesssss. We must be careful with this one precious, but it is soo powerful! So wonderful! Choppity chop chop! (I've been aching for a good cleaver for years)
On the way back to the car I found an awsome wooden clacker that someone had dropped and it makes glorious quantities of annoying wood noises! YAY!!!! ^_^ We put the precious and the clacker in the car and went on to the actual pride festival.
Walked around, saw lots of fun stuff. I got to do a fair bit of dancing and... Wow have situps and swimming and biking and stuff made a difference in my energy levels! I did medium high energy dancing for 4 or 5 songs straight and didn't feel the least bit tired (stopped when Jon called and we met back up) After that, we walked around a bunch more then headed home.
Jon took off and Stacey and I took a shower, then Stacey conked out in bed. I did some more situps and am now going to get back to housecleaning. :)
Fun day all in all. :)
Fucking breeders! Some guy with a baby on his shoulders and his wife in tow literally SHOVED himself in front of me with his fucking natty brat's diaper right in my fucking face. I said rather sharply to him, "NICE! HOW POLITE!" which he did his damnedest to completely ignore. Fucked straight people think they own the fucking world. At LEAST give me ONE GODDAMNED DAY at a GAY PRIDE PARADE. So I thought some pretty hostile thoughts for about the next half hour and brought down my friends. I finally resolved myself to simply being as irritating as I could. This consisted mostly of cheering really loudly for the Good Vibrations float until I remembered I had a very shrill whistle in my pocket, which I then proceeded to use for cheering by blowing it as hard and sharply as I could very near his ear. Take that fuckhead! I mean why don't you just literally rub my nose in your fucking straight privledges.
But then there was a sea of balloons and I found a better view position and I felt better. Yay balloons!
After the parade, I taunted the twenty or so right wingers who were standing in a cluster waving hateful little signs about how AIDs is a plague from God (HELLO MORONS! Your signs are 20 years out of date! 90% of current HIV cases are in hetereosexuals these days because queers are smart enough to use a condom!) So my taunting consisted of going up in front of them and doing a wide gesture, "NO EARTHQUAKES! NO LIGHTNING! NOT EVEN A CLOUD IN THE SKY! WHAT COULD IT MEAN! IT MUST BE A SIGN!". One of the christian whackos, a thin weasely man with a lisp, clutching a sign that says 'Jesus loves you despite your sins' was screaming at someone about how they'd better come back and he'd kick their ass. I gave him the boogey boogey, got right between him and who he was yelling at and said, "HEY! WHAT HAPPENED TO JESUS LOVES YOU?' but my cloaking field seemed to be at full power today because like the assinine breeder, he did his best to completely ignore me. (I'm starting to think that these little worms just pretend I'm invisible because they see the fluorescent hair and think I might take them up on their chest beating challenge) And in truth, I probably would except I'm trying not to get arrested or bruised this week. Next month though, I'll be ready to take a hit again. Kinda weird that. I've run into a lot of men seeking conflict, but when I offer them conflict, they don't seem to see me at all. Like with Chirik and the bike guy last year or the guys on the train or they guys today. What is it with that?
Ohwell, anyhow...
After the parade, we went the opposite direction of the crowds and headed for China Town for some dimsum. Mmmm... Dimsum! And after dimsum, we stopped in a shop with cookwares. Stacey and I got a smaller and much better wok than the one my mom gave me like 20 years ago (which was crap even then) and I found one of the holy artifacts I'd been searching for. A REALLY HEAVY cleaver. Oooh yes, my precious! And it was only 15 dollars. It's a type of steel that will need to be kept oiled but it will cut. Oh precious will it cut. It will slice right through yams, it will. Oooh yes.. And nasty hobbits bonies, and coconuts and fingers if we lets it. Yesssss. We must be careful with this one precious, but it is soo powerful! So wonderful! Choppity chop chop! (I've been aching for a good cleaver for years)
On the way back to the car I found an awsome wooden clacker that someone had dropped and it makes glorious quantities of annoying wood noises! YAY!!!! ^_^ We put the precious and the clacker in the car and went on to the actual pride festival.
Walked around, saw lots of fun stuff. I got to do a fair bit of dancing and... Wow have situps and swimming and biking and stuff made a difference in my energy levels! I did medium high energy dancing for 4 or 5 songs straight and didn't feel the least bit tired (stopped when Jon called and we met back up) After that, we walked around a bunch more then headed home.
Jon took off and Stacey and I took a shower, then Stacey conked out in bed. I did some more situps and am now going to get back to housecleaning. :)
Fun day all in all. :)
