Archives for the month of: June, 2010

There is a disco-flash glitter of sunspots through skylights in our new apartment. I continue to consider entirely new career paths like nursing and cosmetology and songwriting while unpacking and scheduling shoots and submitting poems and fumbling through the writing of magazine articles and walking the dog who thinks he is a cat.  This is what June looks like.

Having no internet connection this month derailed my daily photo-blog project, but here is a retrospective slideshow, including select dates from the second half of June and Pride Weekend.  Some of the photos are out of order, because I simply cannot seem to figure out how to make them run in the right order.  This is exactly the amount of technology that I can handle, no more.

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The way I like to do my drinking.

June 6th

June 6th

June 7th

June 8th

June 9th

June 10th

June 11th

June 12th

Here is something I didn’t get to photograph, because I didn’t have my camera with me:

Today is the Puerto Rican Festival on Graham Avenue.  The loud throng of festival-goers fill the first few blocks past Broadway.  They dance to hip-hop blasted on giant speakers, enthusiastically waving miniature Puerto Rican flags next to the sausage vendors and the pina colada stand.  On the sidewalk next to the crowd there is a butch woman, by herself, smiling even as she shouts at the man harassing her from the doorway of the liquor store.  She says, “I’m Puerto Rican too!” and she holds her own flag up high above her head – a solitary rainbow flag waving stark and  proud amidst all the red and blue.

And here, as promised, is Santi:

June 5th

June 4th

June 4th

June 3rd

June 3rd

In high school, my friend Maria and I founded the Gay-Straight Awareness Club.  Administration told us we couldn’t use the title “Gay-Straight Alliance” because it sounded “too militant”.  Our high school was just down the road from a military base, and during my first three years there the word gay was only whispered, or shot derisively across the quadrangle along with a wad of spit or a launched handful of orange peels or french fries.  However, after we started the club, every single homeroom teacher had to say the word gay out loud in front of their first period class every single morning, as in: “Gay-Straight Awareness Club will be meeting in room 201 during lunch period today to discuss zine publication.”  For reals.  It was a big deal.

Pride weekend (June 25-27), in San Francisco, is Gay Christmas.  What we don’t have is Gay Advent.

With these things in mind, and in celebration of June aka LGBTQ Pride Month, I will take and post one gay picture every day.  The definition of what is gay, of course, being totally subject to my own whims and inclinations.

May 30th: pre-holiday tractor

May 30th: pre-holiday boots

June 1st

June 2nd