I had a blast at the Gay Pride Parade and Celebration yesterday. I marched with the Outright Libertarians, a LGBT Libertarian group. We carried our banner and signs with slogans like “Get Government Out of Your _____!” Most of the crowd was either supportive, curious or bored (we didn’t create much of a spectacle), but one retard spit water on me as I passed him. That was kind of a drag (no pun intended), but I didn’t let it slow me down. Such is life at the flank.
Unfortunately, we did not get any pics of our group marching. I know there are a bunch out there, so if you happen to spot one, let me know, wouldja? Hopefully something will appear on the SF Pride website soon. If nothing else, I’ll check out the rerun of the KRON footage on Saturday night.
I pitched in at our booth afterward. I believe we had over 500 people take the “World’s Smallest Political Quiz”. As you would expect here, it was largely people who strongly believe in social freedoms, but don’t understand that all freedom is intertwined. Still, there were a significant number of folks who believe in liberty across the board. I hope we see the results of this effort with a few new faces at our LP meeting next month.
The party around Civic Center was wall-to-wall body parts. I was hungry, so I forged my way through the crowd in search of some frozen-fried grub from the usual assortment of carnival food stands. I bought some grilled flesh on a very sharp stick, and not wanting anyone to lose an eye, desperately searched for some oasis of free space in which to consume this dangerous-but-tasty snack. I thought I had found it behind the Official Merchandise booth, but some testy fellow informed me that I was not welcome near his car. Sometimes, you just can’t win. A big thanks goes out to the Ramada on Market, for being the only place I could find that would let me wash my hands after eating my grease treat. It was much appreciated.
Watching the reactions of tourists has got to be my favorite part of the people watching. Sometimes it’s better than the costumes they’re ogling. Next year, I think I’m going to bring a camera and document the tourists.