Showing posts with label costumes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label costumes. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Oh, I get it - size DOES matter...


As I wrote about in my last couple of postings, I recently went to San Francisco where I screened Butch Jamie and checked out SF Pride. Sunday was more Pride activities - I slept in and missed the parade, but I went to the Pride festival that afternoon. It was crowded and I didn't stay too long, but I did take some pictures of some of the costumes I saw.





I also braved my way through a tented area that in spite of the police presence elsewhere during the event, seemed to be set aside specifically for people to smoke pot. It was also the place for men to be buck naked if they so chose. While the clothed people outnumbered the naked 30:1, it was packed shoulder to shoulder and I had to ball my hands up inside of the sleeves of my jacket so I didn't accidentally touch something I didn't want to. There was no running water and soap around, and the last thing I wanted was somebody's pubic lice on my hands.

The "highlight" of the tent (other than I probably got high from all of the second hand pot smoke. I always wonder if that kind of thing would show up on a drug test) was the 3/4 of an inch penis I saw; I didn't know they made them that small, and a light bulb went off in my head as to why penis jokes are so popular. Nevertheless, I saw enough during my ten minutes in there to satisfy my lesbian curiosity for a very long time.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Pink Queers and Topless Dykes


As I wrote in my last blog post, Butch Jamie screened at the Frameline film festival at the Castro last weekend. It was the first time I saw BUTCH JAMIE listed on a theater marquee - a very cool thing to see.


I learned that they recently restored the marquee for Gus Van Sant's upcoming film Milk, where Sean Penn plays the 1970s openly gay mayor Harvey Milk. I'm looking forward to seeing it when it comes out later this year.


In addition to the film festival, it was also SF Pride last weekend. Saturday night was "Pink Saturday," a blocked-off street where you BYOB and mill about.




The best part was really the people-watching. After all, Pride is the new Halloween.








Also on Saturday was the dyke march.



Unlike the march in L.A., SF did have several topless women walking around.


One lady was carrying her breasts in her hands, claiming that the doctor told her they were 21 lbs each (not that I'm an expert on boob weight, but they didn't look that big. I tried to weigh my boobs a couple of months ago just for the hell of it on my small postage scale. It seemed that they were about 2 lbs each max, but I'm probably way off. They're hard to weigh since they're attached to your body).