San Francisco’s hills, Victorian houses, tropical foliage, taquerias and gay pride wooed me until I fell in love with it this weekend.
I want to express a particular appreciation for San Francisco’s Desi Dyke community. I attended their brunch on dyke day and was overwhelmed by the hospitality and support I received. SF Desidykes, you rock!
Being at the Dyke March was pretty terrific too. Our tour guides for the afternoon, N & Y, routed us to the highest point of Dolores Park, so that we could look down at the HUGE crowds of dykes congregated in preparation for the march. I’ve never seen so many queer women in one place ever in my life. The next day, my girlfriend and I watched, amazed, while hundreds of dykes on bikes led the Pride parade, their giddy, half-naked contingent taking at least 5 minutes to pass us by.
Our visit ended with my reading at the SF Pride Writer’s Village, the peaceful, treed spot at UN Plaza, a place where booklovers collected to hear readings by many very talented writers.
We caught the red-eye home last night (this morning?) and when asked by the Canadian Customs agent the purpose of our visit to the US, I beamed and told her that we went to celebrate Pride in SF. Perhaps I was so candid because I always feel just a bit safer saying such things in Canada, or maybe it was that we spent the past few days being totally out in SF, where it seems like everyone is queer too.
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that sounds like a lot of fun! i really want to go to new york and san francisco someday to celebrate pride.
I remember the feeling of being in the dyke march for the first time – of being with your own people, of finally belonging, of being proud of your identity and all that collective queer vibe!