July 6, 2004

The new house has been fun to unpack and make pretty. Roby and I are settling in quite nicely. The last few weeks have been non-stop parties and celebrations, benders and boys.

Pride was what it always has been for me: joyous. San Francisco pride really does top all others. The city just becomes this huge gay wonderland and all these dykes and fags fly in from all over the world.

This year was a three day rollercoaster. We sang in the street and welcomed summer. I met up with Heklina, Juanita More!, Ari Gold, John, Tommy, the Sisters, and Nice Collective. I heard Chaka Khan sing "I'm Every Woman." I got drunk and burnt. See? I also forgot about this blog. But hasn't everyone?

The next week we celebrated our Nation's birth. I did so by going to a sex club with some friends(nasty) and playing charades for hours. We grilled chicken and ate ribs and I fell asleep Sunday night before the fireworks tried to pop through the fog.

A couple days later and I am rested and refreshed and done with parties, except I have one more tonight, Eric Lee's birthday. And I promise this is it, for a while at least. I am not young anymore and I just do not bounce back like I used to. But I still look good.

Life is hard when you are popular and cute and getting old.