God Loves Fags
2002-07-23
spending a weekend with this one (he doesn't update; he should update; exhort him to update) brought back all those great san francisco memories, you know, like the God Hates Fags guy that peddles his particular brand of ridiculousness, right there at the cable car turnabout at Powell and Market, ground zero for foreign and domestic tourists alike, sandwiched in between the Gap and a Bank Of America. San Francisco, writ large.
but the weather on Pride in san francisco, year in and year out, proves our picket-carrying homo-hater wrong. if god hates fags so much, why would he make certain that one of the most gorgeous weekends of the year is for our hedonistic celebration of self? hmmm? take that. this theory seems to apply outside of san francisco as well, as pride weekend here in chicago was HOT but not unbearably or unpleasantly so.
on sunday, i posited that the forecasted cool-down for my birthday was further meteorological support for my theory. my guest wasn't quite convinced that His love extended to specific fags in this way. poo on that! 77, mostly sunny, low humidity, slight chance of precipitation, winds from the northeast. i proffer this forecast for Wednesday, July 24 as further evidence that god not only loves fags, but loves this particular fag. a whole bunch. yay me.
speaking of birthdays, throw some love toward jefe for he is a quarter century today.
-finn
Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14
