The days of Pride Weekend in San Francisco have a different feel. The Trans March on Friday is primarily a protest, and on Sunday the Pride Parade itself is more of a string of corporate advertisements in drag than anything else.

The Saturday sandwiched between, the day of the Dyke March, is a fucking party. The march itself is pretty short—a quick loop through parts of the Mission and the Castro. But we spend all day before the march hanging out in Dolores Park. The weather’s perfect, the vibe is great. It’s glorious.

Eryn and I marched

Daria