The ride on BART was hell on earth. Seriously - the air conditioning was not working! After enduring half the ride with determination to just get there, we abandoned ship and stepped onto the cool breezy platform and waited for a second train with real actual functioning air conditioning. Whew.Dolores Park was chock full of people, music, swag vendors and bacon-wrapped hothogs every 20 feet or so. Not a Vegan's paradise, but the dogs were really good.
So, this Dyke March, apparently not just for dykes anymore, but oh well. I've never been to a women's music festival, and I thought this would be akin to that. But no, lots of dudes. One guy in a mesh bathing suit bottom -- I can never unsee that now that I have seen it. Argh.''
Never mind, there were plenty of gorgeous woman in various states of undress, proudly showing what the Good Lord gave 'em.
I loved all the folks hanging out their windows with signs and throwing beads to us in the crowd!
I loved all the bare breasted women delighting in their nakedness...hmmm makes me wonder if an all nude Dyke March is in the future. Not that I would join in, just sayin.....
Estimates were 200,000 attended. Dolores Park was swamped. A little too much for me, but I had to try it once, you know?
A good day, all in all. And certainly my friends that went with me made it a whole lotta fun. And for a brief moment there, I could fantasize that we did, indeed, take over the world. Rainbow Warriors, all.
