Sunday, June 29, 2014

Pride, or something

I had to stay home to do new dog things, and clean up after a shy bladder accident.  But I'm kinda over Pride this year anyway. 

Target is selling t-shirts with big rainbows.  Straight models preview Ragstock's Pridewear. Straight people predominate at lesbian music shows and clubs, and push us aside as they move up for a good view.  They write, and sell, more lgbtaiyeah characters than the hardcore queers do.  It's their pride at being so tolerant.  Our party got taken over by Coors fifteen years ago, anyway, when people were dying in the streets and they were reaping the benefits of homophobic sales practices.  I wax and wane each year between cynical and excited.  Yeah, I'm a sour old puss.

This year, I'll stay home, drink local brands, and read our herstory, Jeanna Cordova's rocking bio.  It did not rain for Pride, tho, despite stormy weather warnings.  God hates fags, does he?


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Saturday, June 28, 2014

Popping back up

Betty

We had serious flooding.  More storms are supposedly headed this way, but there has been a little dry time. I have a new dog panting in the chair after running around my house hyperventilating for an hour and a half.  She is very skittish after being rescued from a hoarding situation.  I am reading a Finnish mystery that is so-so.

She calmed down and enjoyed walking in the quiet early morning and then with a dog friend, thankfully.  Resting quietly on the mat after many many treats.

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