fuckin' proud

I've come to realize that holidays here in San Francisco are quite simple. Those dressed in costumes parade down the streets, those not dressed up cheer them on. Because of this, pride was absolutely fucking cool. Since I didn't participate in the dyke march last year, I made a point of doing it this year. Just like bay to breakers (gay to breakers), the parade route was lined with people holding signs and cheering. Yes, actually CHEERING for dykes. Celebrating us. Supporting us. I can't really find the right words to describe the feeling of perfect strangers and neighbors supporting an intrinsic part of me which has been full of shame in the past. But it's an experience and a feeling that I know makes me a better person.



And then RuPaul walked by!!