It has been a week since San Francisco Pride. Have I fully recovered? No: my throat is still thrashed, my skin is peeling, and I am now just doing laundry. I am a mess — a happy mess. It was my second SF Pride and sensory overload will always be a barrier for me. There are way too many beautiful queers in the Bay and I was in a constant state of thirst and whiplash. Not that it was a one-way thirst street: I had THIRTEEN Tinder matches in less than FORTY minutes with my settings omitting straight, cis men. The Bay did wonders for my ego.
Friday night: UHAUL @ Hawthorn
There is something magical about being in a space that is mostly comprised of ethnically diverse queer butches, femmes, and every one in between. Attractive folx, good friends, equally good music, a little bit of liquid courage, and a lottle bit of eye-fucking makes memories and evokes gushy gay feelings that I will hold on to for as long as possible. Pluses: got a phone number from a cutie. Minuses: Jenna saying she looked like Voldemort and last call.
Saturday: San Francisco Dyke March & Rally @ Mission Dolores Park
I think I danced off and on ALL DAY. Even while we were eating dinner in La Mission, I was dancing and shoving carne asada nachos in my mouth. I was definitely sore for days. Pluses: shameless flirting, talking fics with Jenna, and bumping into Rae on the way to get tacos. Minuses: shameless flirting, not being able to finish my nachos, and getting sunburnt.
Things I already knew, but were even more obvious after this trip:
Friday night: UHAUL @ Hawthorn
There is something magical about being in a space that is mostly comprised of ethnically diverse queer butches, femmes, and every one in between. Attractive folx, good friends, equally good music, a little bit of liquid courage, and a lottle bit of eye-fucking makes memories and evokes gushy gay feelings that I will hold on to for as long as possible. Pluses: got a phone number from a cutie. Minuses: Jenna saying she looked like Voldemort and last call.
Saturday: San Francisco Dyke March & Rally @ Mission Dolores Park
This is the moment when sensory overload killed my ability to function, which slightly impaired my networking abilities for business purposes. As sober as I was, I really tried to engage the obvious lookie-loos in fandom discussions. I could not get over the amount of queer, nudity, and marijuana consumption that was freely happening around me. It was absolutely beautiful. Pluses: BayKru, the weather, reuniting with a UNLV GSS alum, and Jenna's mom's musubi. Minuses: Ria telling me that I look like a vulture.
Sunday: San Francisco LGBT Pride Parade @ Market Street
Things I already knew, but were even more obvious after this trip:
- My income bracket does not allow me to live in the Bay.
- I have separation anxiety when I am away from the BooCrew.
- My 60+ Tinder matches from Pride weekend reiterate how lame the lesbian dating pool is in Las Vegas. This city is too small and I love my friends too much to ruin our relationships by sleeping with them. Besides, they know what kind of a mess I am, so I am 100% certain that they would not want to sleep with me, anyway. This is awkward.
- Centering myself is the best lifestyle change that I have adopted.
- Monogamy no longer interests me. It ceased to since my 35th birthday.
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