Say you were coming to SF for this thing they call Gay Pride…
Perhaps you are descending upon the city by the bay to celebrate the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots at one of the geographic points that’s as far away as you can get as possible from where it all actually went down without leaving the continental US, and yet still being somewhere where they give a damn. Perhaps you are like me and haven’t been here long enough (this’ll be only my second SF Pride weekend) to have mastered all the possibilities. Perhaps you didn’t even know this Pride weekend thing was coming up—hey, it could happen—and you want to get informed really fast.
Thank goodness for hypertext. Violet Blue has done some heavy lifting putting together her intro guide to SF. (Worker bees: unless your workplace is tit-friendly, you may want to save that link for safer web-browsing climates.) From where to park (short answer that you already knew: Hahahahaha take Muni), where to eat, where to drink, where to get down and where to dress yourself up, this is some fine and useful information.
Me, I might do what I did last year, which was simply head down to Civic Plaza after the parade with an “Okay, now what?” expression on my face. That led to seeing some lovely people, getting a little tongue from one of the Sisters, buying a couple sarongs, encountering a tranny superhero or two (“Storm! You’ve got no tits! …And you’re white”), and just being in awe at how many fellow queer people can be in one place at one time. Before that, I’m gonna try the rock at Thursday Night Live at the Eagle. Have you seen the decor there? It’s like Gay Bennigan’s. And I mean that in a nicest way possible.