Sara and I lived in San Francisco for three years. Long enough to love it, long enough to grow accustomed to it and just long enough to grow to hate it. One of my fond memories was how many festivals their were.

The funny thing, one day my brother asked me if I was going to gay pride. Suddenly it occured to me that I had dozens of choices. In a round about way, every festival in San Francisco is Gay Pride. Gay Pride, Dore (Up Your) Alley, Folsom Street Fair, Bay to Breakers, you name it. Inevitably at every festival, if you observe what goes on, you will come to realize its another Gay Pride festival. Don’t get me wrong, Gay Pride Day is fun, throw all your inhibitions to the wind and come wearing nothing but roller blades and a butt plug. How refreshing!

I never saw this one when I lived in San Francisco… If I had, I never would have left.

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