capital pride was this past weekend. i passed on the dyke march because i've chanted one too many "hey hey ho ho the patriarchy has go to go" and "we're here we're queer we're fabulous don't fuck with us." and it's not as interesting to me anymore. it takes a lot for a protest/march to interest me these days. i guess that's what comes along with being in the protest business.

yesterday -- the pride festival on pennsylavania ave. with the capital in the background. in the sunshine with my friends who i bumped into inadvertently. susan gave me a piggy back ride, whizzing past hordes of gay boys relaxing in the shade. i got a popsicle because i was feeling sassy and wanted to lick something in public. we looked for the lube booth. sadly though, they were out of free lube samples by the time we got there. all that was left were plastic bags with a big ID LUBE label. after walking past booth after booth we finally found a spot off the main drag (heh heh. i love the fine art of pun.) there in the shade behind the dunking booth we watched hunky gay boys in their wet (ie. see through) boxer briefs strutting around while waiting for their turn in the dunk tank. dykes checking out gay boys' packages is hilarious to me. i thought the dyke march should have something like that. but then, it would be exploitative and we wouldn't be able to do it. damn oppression.

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