Pride is a really special time of year for three reasons:
No one actually cares about the crappy city infrastructure. Is your bus sitting in crippling traffic all along Market street? Waiting for a $50 Uber to get home in nothing but your neon green jockstrap? And hey, if you get accosted by someone tweaking on the corner, it’s a fun SF story to tell to your friends back in Columbus, Ohio. CLASSIC!
That cutie who rejected you on Grindr has now smiled at you on the street. He looks like he’s falling out on K, but… <Quick! He dropped his phone…help him pick it up and add your Instagram >
You’ve realized that being gay is EXPENSIVE. All your rent money was spent on party tickets and molly. Worth it, though, because you met your future ex-boyfriend (along with his actual husband). It’s now coming up on the 1st. If your landlord doesn’t give you an extension, it’s homophobic. You can always file a rent board case, though…
All kidding aside, Pride was a blast and we hope Gay Agenda’s recommendations steered you in the right direction. FOMO definitely got ahold of this homo, who crashed into bed Sunday and felt like death until Monday evening. Success!
On the heels of a disastrous week chock-full of disappointing SCOTUS decisions, especially Roe v. Wade, the celebrations offered a reprieve from the clutches of reality. One example is from Comfort & Joy’s party Afterglow, where attendees were enveloped in the spectacular neon glow of a horny man-jungle. During a brief intermission, one host spoke rather poignantly about how we [society], “are taught that comfort & joy are luxuries”, and — that in times of hardship we have been trained to distance ourselves from these two feelings, imploring the audience to overcome this precondition. It was time to release that energy and enjoy ourselves.
Without sounding like Carrie Bradshaw, my brain couldn’t help surfacing an inner esoteric dialogue: Was this good for the ‘movement’? If our community is to harness energy to mobilize against a conservative agenda that seeks to silence us, control our bodies, and penalize us for who we love - don’t we need all the energy we can get? Wouldn’t the absence of feeling joy make us more engaged, perhaps work harder for our cause? The pragmatic optimist in me (not a sex joke) tends to believe that loss can fuel us to achieve unimaginable feats. But, the opposite can be true, too — and after two years of loss, our celebration can serve as a rekindling.
Overall, that pep talk did shrug off a slice of the anxiety. Quickly, though, the anxiety returned as the spiel turned towards Monkeypox. At that point, your faithful author made his way to the second sweaty dance space to block this out and make out with cuties. Check out the @gayagendasf Instagram for Pride photos & stories, including a delicious performance by Drag Race Legend Raja.
Now that Pride 2022 is over, Gay Agenda SF is looking forward to bringing you our curated weekly list of upcoming gay events, inner ramblings, and gossip. And we want to hear from you. Write us with your reactions, stories, and questions, no matter how down right nasty or trashy. Send them to gayagendasf@gmail.com. We’re here for the mess.
And as always, remember that consent is sexy and no fboy is worth your time.
XOXO, Baron Whistlebottom
Gay Agenda SF