Drinking beer in the dark because the power is out in my room. Appropriate, after feeling powerless and impotent at the HRC protest.

Yelling at buildings has its place (the goal was to shame people going to HRC’s gala, where they are charging hundreds of dollars a plate and honoring Goldman Sachs, while, you know, homeless queer youth can’t eat dinner and shit) but yo, the police can barricade everything and push you away in like ten minutes and I’m over it.

On the plus, someone baked delicious pumpkin bread and gave out candy hearts.

02/4/12