there are moments at the zoo when you become trapped between baby strollers and families of fatties who apparently always have to stop and spread out in the middle of the pathway (not trying to get out of others' way) to tie their shoe, hoist up pants, or search for that lost snickers bar at the bottom of the oversize wicker bag; when trapped in these countless pockets, i can truly identify with the zoo animals.
after the zoo, we decided to go out to eat before rescuing micah from his kennel. we went to the hillcrest neighborhood - the gayborhood, if you will, and i will. we tried a newer place called Gossip Grill. as we were enjoying our drinks, we learned that there was a "march for marriage" (to protest the beyond retarded prop. 8) that would be coming down the street just outside our window. after we ate and sucked down several more drinks, we could see crowds start to gather. across the street, a guy in an upstairs apartment turned on a bubble machine. and the marchers started to come into sight. it was beautiful. there were so many people marching and cheering, and maybe the margaritas had a little to do with it, but i couldn't help myself from getting weepy. (i love my straight friends, but f*ck you for a minute) it is both awesome and awful to be in an area like that, where it is normal to see gay couples holding hands as they walk down the street. when the rare straight couple on the sidewalk makes you do a double-take. these beautiful pockets of the world in all the cities where they thrive (and the liberating joy i feel) are not about excluding the breeders, but instead they are a swing of the pendulum away from what we live every day.
if there is anything in this country that should be free, it is love.
I just got weepy READING this so I would have been most likely crying like a shitbag next to you. I also love how Gossip Grill sounds like Gossip Girl, but as if you are saying girl like grrrrrrrl.
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