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Well, I still feel very gay. And kind of exhausted. 5 hours sleep last night after a 2 march weekend. It felt as weird coming back to the real world and work today as after, say, a World Con. Maybe weirder.

We were extra gay all weekend, and I supposedly got in the PI, as the reporter got the correct spelling of my name at the Dyke march on Saturday, where I wore new boots, which was bad bad bad. I can barely walk right now. And I got on a bike on Sunday, and a sun burn, didn't win the Harley, and got my name mentioned from the stands as we roared by, because I'm kind of known. I love my communities, and I like the Pride March better than x-mas.

Hoo Ha.