it took me three days to write this
here the party doesnt really end.
it just changes venues.
you know your in san francisco when you pretty much only get hit on by people of the same sex.
you know its pride week when two boys are too distracted by dry humping on a street pole that you cant unchain your bike without somehow getting involved.
bummed that i missed the dolores park pink saturday party,i was biking on my way to the castro last night, i almost thought that safeway had morphed into a nightclub, but that was just the beginning, castro street was a crowded orgy of (lack of) outfits, wigs, and fake lashes. you know the locals from the tourists, the locals are the ones who dont bat a rainbow eyelash when they see someones outfit that consists only of a cockring, people openly having sex on mainstreets and pick up the little packages of white powder up from thegutter and share them with their buddies without even questioning whats inside. the tourists are the ones who squirm at public displays of affection, turn their head uncomfortably and pretend they didnt just see someone grabbing at their partners crotch
cut to now. its midday on sunday and im pretty sure 90% of the bay area is on ecstacy watching the parade downtown on market st. im waiting to see how tonight pans out
cut to now. im crushing on a girl with cherry lips and dilated pupils, and wishing that watching the sunrise from a hill overlooking the city, drinking flat champagne and doing lines and d&m's and just hanging didnt have to end
here the party doesnt really end.
it just changes venues.
you know your in san francisco when you pretty much only get hit on by people of the same sex.
you know its pride week when two boys are too distracted by dry humping on a street pole that you cant unchain your bike without somehow getting involved.
bummed that i missed the dolores park pink saturday party,i was biking on my way to the castro last night, i almost thought that safeway had morphed into a nightclub, but that was just the beginning, castro street was a crowded orgy of (lack of) outfits, wigs, and fake lashes. you know the locals from the tourists, the locals are the ones who dont bat a rainbow eyelash when they see someones outfit that consists only of a cockring, people openly having sex on mainstreets and pick up the little packages of white powder up from thegutter and share them with their buddies without even questioning whats inside. the tourists are the ones who squirm at public displays of affection, turn their head uncomfortably and pretend they didnt just see someone grabbing at their partners crotch
cut to now. its midday on sunday and im pretty sure 90% of the bay area is on ecstacy watching the parade downtown on market st. im waiting to see how tonight pans out
cut to now. im crushing on a girl with cherry lips and dilated pupils, and wishing that watching the sunrise from a hill overlooking the city, drinking flat champagne and doing lines and d&m's and just hanging didnt have to end