Gay Pride is sort of like Mardi Gras – you can run around half-naked or rock really obnoxious fashion and it’s somehow socially acceptable. My contribution to the hot messitude of Pride weekend is my douche bag haircut. Behold:
Posts about LGBTQ issues, particularly in the Oak Lawn neighborhood of Dallas.
Gay Pride is sort of like Mardi Gras – you can run around half-naked or rock really obnoxious fashion and it’s somehow socially acceptable. My contribution to the hot messitude of Pride weekend is my douche bag haircut. Behold:
It is Minneapolis Gay Pride season again. We started the hilarity off yesterday at the Gay 90’s Miss City of the Lakes Pageant, which was bizarre combination of experienced performers and extremely green queens.
The regular girls are hard to top:
The day started with me bumming around downtown Minneapolis. It was rainy, but I wore red suede shoes anyway.
After participating in a Target fire drill, I eventually end up in Uptown where I sat at the Spyhouse until the internet gave out. I think they prevent lingerers by periodically killing the internet for certain users.
There was a pizza/reality-TV detour, but I eventually mopped the tomato sauce off my face and went to the Eagle and met Mike and Jack there. The Eagle was pretty low-key so we eventually end up at Jetset.
Of course Casey and entourage are outside of Jetset, raising hell. Mike and I did the screaming “Hayyy girl!” greeting and then got our shimmy on with a 8-foot-drag queen and her denim-dress-wearing friend. What a perfectly random night.
So, I wasn’t going to post these blurry pictures of the Townhouse drag show, but then I remembered that I took video with the blackberry too!
The quality is horrid, but here we go:
So, this was going to be the miscellaneous Twin Cities 2010 Pride Pictures post… but turns out that these are some of my favorites!
In addition to the Out Front Minnesota gay marriage crew, we have some deliciously awkward moments. Behold:
Apparently I had a second folder of pictures of the Minneapolis Gay Pride Parade. Woops.
We have Senator Al Franken:
I really need to do these summaries on a weekly basis because I end up giving short-shrift to everything when I wait two weeks.
What happened these past two weeks? Well, there was school, dates, drag show fabulousness, illness/rice socks, music production, the Minneapolis gay pride parade, diva-dom, and mass awkwardness.
The most exciting thing that happened during the last two weeks is that I finished my first song. Here is the concise version:
This is the first batch of Twin Cities Pride Parade photos. Ta-da! Click on the thumbnails to see a bigger version.
I am amused that Madre Jansen attended a pride parade before I did! Here are some pictures she took of the Miami Beach Gay Pride Parade 2010:
More photos after the jump!
There was a surprise Kelis performance at the Saloon’s latin night:
And yes I think this is the drag queen who was Amy Winehouse at the Cazwell concert.
Saturday night Jamie and I went to Tickles for his friend’s birthday.
Jamie: “This is like a supper club.”
Joey: “Yeah, definitely.”
Me: “Uh, what is a supper club?”
Joey and Jamie: You’ve never been to a supper club!?
Me: “I’m pretty sure they don’t have those in Miami…
I think they spent 20 minutes explaining what a ‘supper club’ is. They couldn’t really describe the difference between a supper club and a restaurant, so I was confused until about 5 minutes ago when Wikipedia-ed it. Oh Wikipedia…how I love thee… So what is a supper club?
A supper club is an American dining establishment generally found in the Upper Midwestern states of Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Michigan.
These establishments typically are located on the edge of town in rural areas. They were traditionally thought of as a “destination” where patrons would go to spend the whole evening, from cocktail hour to enjoying night club style entertainment after dinner.
They feature a casual and relaxed atmosphere. Supper clubs can still be found in the Upper Midwest but they are now simply restaurants rather than the all-night entertainment destinations of the past.
Oh. So it’s a restaurant!
Tickles is advertised as a gay piano bar…but eh. Think of a gross, indie Applebee’s. Take out the fun lamps and wall decorations. Then add a piano, cheesy string lights, gays, and staff it with annoyed, hissy waiters.
We left after a few hours and went to the Gay 90’s. A drag queen performed Beyonce’s Diva. It was amazing. I thought it would be the nightlight of the night until we went downstairs and saw an impromptu version of Single Ladies…
…and the Diva drama continued:
