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Saturday, July 6, 2002

Bleagh. I have picked up a vile summer cold, and am raw-throated and phlegmy and contemplating the joys of being feverish in 90-degree weather. The one upside is that I've developed a marvellous throaty Tallulah-Bankhead-after-three-packs-of-unfiltered-Luckies baritone. It'd be a great voice for making sexy phone calls to someone, if I had the energy for such, which I don't.

Also aggravating is the fact that both my cable modem and dial-up have developed the vapors and keep dropping my connection at odd intervals. And my cat is being peevish and cranky and mouthing off at me. And it's 90 degrees, but I said that already.

So this is just a placeholder entry; dopey and pointless as it is, I'm going to post it before my connection fritzes out again, and then get some cold lemonade and flop on the sofa and watch Godzilla vs. Mothra.

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Sunday, June 30, 2002

Not just hot here, but brutally hot--97 at the peak of the afternoon, 108 heat index. Not the best day to be going down to watch the Pride parade, and I almost didn't, but I finally told myself to stop being a big wussy, and put on two or three thick gloppy layers of sunscreen and biked my way downtown.

Pedaling around in 97 degrees is also not the most sensible thing, but I no longer have any clue where the buses are routed, since they've got all of downtown Minneapolis torn up in the cause of putting in the light rail transit system. I find it hard to believe that the LRT is actually going in at last, since I've been watching the plans for it get knocked around like a political tennis ball for the last quarter-century, but they certainly seem to be ripping up streets and laying rail, and all of downtown is a hellhole at the moment. I'm sure there were plenty of poor hapless folks today who were simply trying to get to the Metrodome to watch the Twins play Milwaukee and who were not pleased at having to deal with the Gay Pride Parade shutting down Hennepin, on top of having half the streets ripped up, but what the hell. The parade was fun as always, despite the brutal heat; in fact, that increased the scantily-clad eye-candy factor. There was a contingent of stalwart Fire Department lesbians on a ladder truck, waving a rainbow stars & stripes; there were lots of pretty boys on floats shaking their booties; there were, as always, too many politicians, but I guess it says something that so many politicians are willing to be publicly associated with the event. It says something about Minnesota, perhaps, that the biggest cheers always go up for the PFLAG and Rainbow Families contingents.

I ran across my old sweetie S., who was marching and playing bagpipes, and who had sensibly foregone the kilt and wrapped himself in an odd sort of sari. I got a very flirtatious grin from a gorgeous young woman who was leading a greyhound. I watched about half the parade, and then I scooted to the park, did a quick tour of the exhibits, and pedaled waveringly for home, panting and bright red and running with greasy sweat. There are few things more deeply pleasurable than throwing oneself into a cold shower, when one's teetering on the verge of sunstroke, and staying there for half an hour or so.

Oh, and the parade also had a number of lovely young dykes juggling flaming torches, which made me think of Speranza's latest and grin. For godsake go read it if you haven't already.

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