Pride and Penises

This past weekend was Pride in San Francisco. Gaytown, USA has been gearing up for this weekend since... well, Pride last year. About 50,000 to 70,000 people travel to San Francisco to participate in the festivities, and let me tell you - this is probably the most hyped up weekend in the gay world.
I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed. I think the hype contributed to my lackluster attitude as I roamed the Castro wondering what exactly made this event so great. Because San Francisco really is the "gayest" city in the entire country, the only real difference between this past weekend and any other weekend was the notable increase in population. Otherwise it was kind of lame. I'm not a huge fan of drinking in the streets so that didn't really do it for me. Lines to get into the bars and clubs that I am used to hanging out in were hours out the door. Once you entered (and I wasn't lucky or patient enough to do so) you were squashed between GrabAssSketchball #1 and GrabAssSketchball #2 with no way out in sight.
The nice thing about San Francisco is that gay couples on any weekend, not just Pride, can walk the streets hand in hand and think nothing about it. This is probably the most accepting city I've ever lived in, and I realize that this is the true purpose of Pride - to celebrate that acceptance. For those of us who live in this city this celebration is a daily occurrence - and because of that San Franciscans may tend to forget just how lucky they are to live in such an open and welcoming environment. Pride is a nice reminder of just how nice we all have it here in this city, and of course a good opportunity for others who may not be so lucky to enjoy the freedom to be whoever they want to be for 2 or 3 days.
All in all, if I were to end up staying in this city (on a more permanent basis than my current situation as an intern), I will probably plan a vacation out of town during Pride weekend. Everyone should definitely experience at least one San Francisco Pride in their lives, but thanks to this city's "Everyday is Pride" atmosphere, I won't shed any tears if I have to miss it.

On a more comical note: I have never seen fully naked people roam the streets in broad daylight (in a US city) before this past weekend. Apparently LGBT Pride also translates to let's walk around naked. Unfortunately, it's the ugliest of the uglies that tend to do so. I saw a plethora of boobies this weekend, but the fat naked men were greater in numbers. I was equally appalled by the amount of "micropenises" - that's right, I said micropenises - in attendance. Apparently the 1% of American men who suffer from having a micropenis all decided to get naked and show them off around the San Francisco streets all at the same time. Gross gross gross. I know it's mean to write, but who the hell would be that confident to walk around outside naked with only a little nub of a penis attached to their body? For those of you who still don't have the visual: think of an elevator button. And on that note...

My apologies if I've sufficiently disgusted my readers. Hasta la proxima!