Erik (eriktrips) wrote,

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I'll get the pictures out of my camera a little later but the tranny march was a big success and a little bigger than last year's until we hit that part of market street that is the windiest spot in the city and I think we lost two-thirds of the contingent to BART. but that was ok as that was near the end and I wasn't feeling compelled to stick around for the after march speeches either so a bunch of us left shortly thereafter and BARTed back to sixteenth street where we had some amazing chinese food at a place I'd never been inside and interestingly enough they were slammed with tables of transgendered folk who all came in around the same time.

sixteenth is only one stop away from the civic center, which is where the wind blows and the speeches are given.

because I am old I did not go to the fairy butch afterparty. some of us though commented on the treatment that transitioned transmen sometimes get at fairy butch happenings and although I suppose it is understandable to a degree that if he looks like a man and you think the event is for those who at least started off female-embodied that you are entitled to be rude to him, my thought is that as a venue the place where s/he puts on her shows needs to become a little more acquainted with the ftm clientele that is supposedly welcome at these events. after several years on T most transmen don't look anything like women anymore and at an event like fairy butch you just can't go making assumptions.

I suppose I could work this up into a full rant if I wanted. hm. not feeling ranty though.

today is my day to myself as I will skip the dyke march even though I think it is a great thing, now that trannies have their own I feel less of a need to go to it. the cool thing about the tranny march is that it is an all-inclusive act in which all the participants actually march, like in the olden days in atlanta where the gay pride march consisted of every gay person who was brave enough to show up and march with the other thousand or so gay people down the main street of the capital of the deep south.

the big parades now are so very different from what they started out as, and I don't know if younger people realize how difficult it used to be to get the people out and on the street and into the public eye. I don't know if this still happens in smaller, more conservative communities, but it used to be that a number of people would show up with brown paper grocery bags on their heads with eyeholes cut out so that they could march without being recognized, either by family or employers or whoever might make their lives hell if they saw them marching with the queers.

that is how the tranny march differs from the old days: in san francisco there is no shame in marching with a bunch of transsexuals and there are never even the few bible thumpers that you will see on sunday out protesting our existence. in atlanta sometimes the baptists would outnumber the queers at certain places on the route.

today though I think I will try to do something relaxing or actually fun or something. but I don't know what. hugo reminded me last night that I want a tattoo for graduation and although they don't cost tons of money I don't know if I can squeak out both a tattoo and a new ipod out of my gift stash. will have to see. the main challenge will be not pissing it away at nordstrom rack. I do not need anymore clothes, but I'll be damned if they don't keep piling in new items that look good on me.

the fog is in. or it was. the sky is blue in the mission now but it wasn't an hour ago.

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