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Thursday, June 26 I start off San Francisco's LGBT Pride Weekend at the DNA Lounge for the St. James Infirmary Naughty Nurses Ho-Down. It was in the middle of a record-breaking heat wave for San Francisco and you could literally hear the sweat dripping down all of the latex. Tonight's soireé was a benefit for SF's one and only sex worker clinic, the St. James Infirmary. Emcees included Carol Queen and Robert Lawrence, Mistress Morgana and Scooter, and the star-studded performer list featured Annie Sprinkle, Aunt Peg, Sharon Mitchell and many, many more veterans of the industry (and my, they have fared so well). Every type of sex worker was represented: from the porn star to the dominatrix, the stripper to the street walker. I hung out with the wonderful Michael Blue, fetish photographer extraordinaire, and watched as he snapped shot after shot of a line of famous and infamous faces. Friday, June 27, 2003 Met with some people about tomorrow's dyke march, then, strangely stopped by On Our Backs. Everyone is in a great mood because of the recent Supreme Court hearing. On the corner of Castro and Market they have actually taken down the Rainbow Flag that hangs there proudly every day and replaced it with an American flag. Finally, homosexual sex is legal. It's times like this that make me teary-eyed, seriously. Next, I'm over to Good Vibrations' new store on Polk Street to do a reading for Sh-erotica with three other fabulous women writers and friends: Carol Queen, Violet Blue and Felice Newman. It was great seeing them all again and besides the vibrator that wouldn't stop, the evening went perfectly and was a blast. Saturday, June 28, 2003 Before the dyke march, I'm down in the Tenderloin district trying to get in some good trouble when BLAM BLAM, BLAM BLAM BLAM. Some guy has lost his mind and is shooting up a residential hotel. People are diving behind cars and running down Turk Street (all except for this one crackhead that I see almost every day who is still looking on the street for pieces of crack, a process called "ghosting," by the way) and then the SWAT team is out there and the streets are blocked off and I'm stuck for a while, but it's okay because it's really exciting. And even though the dyke march is fun and I meet a cute girl when I take off one T-shirt to reveal my "I FUCK BETTER" T-Shirt it's really hard to top an afternoon shooting. But the dyke march this year had a sex worker contingent which was in part led by the ultra-fab Mistress Morgana and had a lot of sexy women and trannies. You go girls! This was by far the best day yet. Sunday, June 29, 2003 Up early to head back downtown to the parade, which starts off, as it does every year, with Dykes on Bikes, which is actually my favorite "float." Who doesn't love women on motorcycles? This year's biggest show was the multi-hundred feet rainbow flag that usually flies in front of Harvey Milk Plaza (the same flag mentioned on Friday), that took 300 people to carry in this year's parade. This year celebrated Harvey Milk in remembrance of the 25th anniversary of his assassination. While his brutal murder was sad and horrifying, this year's theme, "You've got to give them hope," (a famous quote by Milk) is inspiring and so timely. The Supreme Court couldn't have honored him, or all of us, any better.
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