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my big fat gay weekend

Thursday

• Queerocracy receives the Grassroots Youth Activism Award from Health GAP! I deliver an acceptance speech with such punchlines as “I hope my blouse isn’t too revealing,” “Tough crowd…silence really IS death.” and “almost as a big a threat to American values as Anthony Weiner’s penis.”
• 20 minute dance party begins. Khontsu is such a good dancer, I begin to reevaluate the life choices that lead me to be not quite as glorious on the dance floor. Suzy attempts to reeducate me. 
• I drink tiny beers that make me look like a giant. I eat 2 chocolate donuts at 11pm. This is my dinner.

Friday

• Banner preparation for Sunday. Miss Trans Day of Action, but for a reason I am ok with.
• Queerball/Drag March. See lots of friends. Hear lots of great chants such as, “We’re here, we’re queer, we’re coming for your children” and “We don’t wanna marry, we just wanna fuck.” Am impressed by tall people walking in heels. Already planning outfit for next year.
• Someone asks if I’m in Schmekel, because of my t-shirt. This delights me greatly.
• Glitter. Somewhere over the rainbow.
• Give little notice to marriage legalization. The drag festivities outside of the Stonewall get eclipsed by cheering HRC fans or whatever. (For those of you who this benefits, I bid you congratulations. To those of you who do not have a bed to sleep in while millions were spent on the marriage campaign, I share your indifference to this victory).

Saturday

• Dyke March, or rather, the Dyke Mosey. Friend yells, “THIS IS A DYKE MARCH, NOT A DYKE STAND.”
• Lots of friends everywhere!
• Prance around the homophobe carrying the ten commandments, coughing on him and telling him he will now catch “the gay.” Accidentally punch friend in the face via enthusiastic prancing. Cops break up our circle of harassment, but let the charade go on for a few minutes. Eventually, a person starts following him with a sign that says “FUCK THIS GUY ->”
• “Who let the dykes out?”
• FOOD. WATER. WALKING AT A NORMAL PACE!

Sunday

• Get so incredibly stressed out by yelling cops and the swells of people standing around getting irritated that I actually had on my angry face. I do not like the appearance of my angry face.
• Reach waiting spot with ACT UP and Queerocracy, stress immediately fades.
• 3 hour wait till we march. Fortunately, Norhan and I go on a pizza run. Matt Presto is marching with Queers Against Israeli Apartheid who happen to be just down the block. Food and snacks and portopotties, oh my!
• HRC bullshit EVERYWHERE. “Thanks, Governor Cuomo” bullshit EVERYWHERE. Feel like the only angry radical homos at the corporate pride parade. Not surprised.
• People liven up after the first 30 blocks. We recreate die-ins at every corner. Glorious drag queens announce who we are.
• “PEOPLE WITH AIDS ARE UNDER ATTACK, WHAT WE DO? ACT UP FIGHT BACK.” 
• Get drunk on the sidewalk outside Cubby, run into more friends, get hit on by more gay boys than girls.

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