I struggle with Pride sometimes due to the exploitation but this Pride none of that seemed to get to me. I didn't feel like I was fighting off the people trying to sell me shit or the heteros just there to photograph the freakshow. It was nice. Pride always seems like a weekend when every gay person in town or in the city, when I have attended SF Pride, is happy and having a blast which is the part I do enjoy. Sometimes in the queer community there can be a real separation between the male and female crowds, but everyone is happy and full of love on Pride. I love that feeling. These two boys were trying on sunglasses at the same time we were and were happy to pose with some of the more outlandish glasses on.



Then on Sunday...a nice relaxing afternoon at a semi-private Tahoe beach. I feel loved, refreshed, rejuvinated and yes, ultimately proud!































