and... it's the recap

[emchy]

we'll see how long the arms last - but the weekend was so full of so much that i wan't to get it on paper, or screen before it blows away like the ashes of the other memories i haven't written down.

thursday it started

tonga room drinks to say au revoir to one of my favorite co-workers. the fabulous cliff declared himself my new gay husband, and full of pride we drank double scorpions out of decadently long, i mean seriously obscenely long straw while tropical rain storms charmed us every 30 minutes. those who know me, know i am a cornball and i watched the rain fall into the pool like a wide eyed child. it felt glamourous and wonderful. two double scorpions, and some serious blackmail photos later, i came home for my first night of non-art going in quite a while. it felt good.

friday it continued.

there was work meeting and asking for what i wanted and leaving on time and last minute deciding, dammit i CAN make it to the trans march. and i did and i saw good good people and it was divine. i tackled and was tackled. i marked and was marked. i texted and was texted. heard the end of ryka's word wonder. and caught sini burn up the stage with poem right before i had to run to qom. followed my impulse, which i always try to, and in my non-jaded way send texts and later emails and much later, like now, share the wonder that these people inspire in me. i am always a sucker for good art. then the qom. sherilyn has pressing matters so i ran the beginning solo - she came later and there was much fun and co-hosting to be had. peter pizzi was such a pro and so so good. his films later on were quite the hit. folks came, performed, shared, it was good. i am feeling extra sensitive lately so couldn't tell if a not hi was intentional brush off or was timing based. but that aside, it was good. friend time later was bumpy but also, it was overall good and everything is a learning experience.

saturday was grand

fun with being a pny leader. with calling out "stop... pony slide" the best moments were in feeding apples to eager gentle pony mouths. i have fed actual ponies, i know who did their homework. it made me happy. and then the seeing of people and all the good in that. hugging and rolling and attitude thrown back at those mean people who were sizing up my friend. even got cruised once or twice. and then to marching and the honest forgetting and confusion when the manfolk didn't continue on. and i know the policies, but sometimes, somethings, just don't feel right. to leave your queer family behind, it just feels weird. and my spacey idealistic brain forgets sometimes. and then on to the squeezy grabby wooting. and then clearing up a missed message / communication thing and meeting up with the mister and pals for food and happy. castro marquee love. and then to the roxie for colma the musical which seriously just fucking rocked. i loved it.

sunday was painful.

woke up around 9am with headache in full force. i know one beer doesn't put me in this place so it was just a deal with it sort of thing. off to fun in girls shorts and saw meliza and do the math made my cry it was so good. i felt so proud of the director, mary guzman, so proud of meliza. i love it when amazing art manages to happen through sheer talent and force of will. the other amazing short was from iceland - called family reunion. SO GOOD. i mean - wow. and then the rush to pride to get to the writers village and good readers and then i am on, and i don't know if it was good or bad as i was trippin on headache and arm pain and i can't hear if i am loud enough... but it was good to see the people.

now though. home. photos will be added to this post later. and i am so grateful. thank you my homo peoples, my chosen family, my supportive multi sexualitied queerbot family. that's what i take away. the feelings of art and family. (this counts for my het chosen family too - i am including you mofos like it or not) thank you.

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[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad I got to rustle ponies with you on Saturday. That was a lot of fun.