Monthly Archives: June 2003

Pride 2003

Just got back from the last 24 hours’ revels.

The parade was a blast – I had a much better time this year. Not sure why. I think because the heat was bearable and not oppressive.

Thunderous applause and screaming when a float celebrating the Supreme Court decision came by – with people dressed up in parody of the Justices. This was punctuated by a drag queen in a convertible with a sign that said: ‘EAT PUSSY, SCALIA.”

The Dykes on Bikes remains one of my favorite features of the parades as a squad of hardcore femmebots and butchbots screech by on their Harleys. That and the guys that twirl guns a la military style combining martial precision with a little camp. PLFAG drew lots of applause.

What the parade always reminds me is the diversity of the LGBT world. Actually the diversity of the world entire. Sexuality is only a component of identity. I think it must be rewarding for the war veterans to walk in the parade and be able to be out and celebrated after their years of military service. The local labor union of bluecollar workers and craftsman partying on a float. Or the float for the Chicago Police Department.

I was surprised the governor showed up. And he was shaking hands.

All I know is I wanna party with Amigas Latinas. Those girls look like they know how to have a good time.

Ron and I had gone to Circuit from midnight to 3 last night and then had breakfast and then slept – I could only sleep an hour or so and then we went to the gym and then began walking around pre-parade. Ron has a ton of pictures on Memory Stick but I probably can’t get them up until later in the week.

We hadn’t been dancing in a really long time and had a blast. We took a break and stood in an empty corner of the club to people watch. In time we were surrounded by a gaggle of short circuit boys. All of them obviously tweaking on crystal meth because they couldn’t sit still and were talking a mile a minute. They asked us what we were doing and I said, ‘Just hanging out.’ Then I realized they meant what were we doing. ‘You mean you’re totally sober right now?’ one of them asked – obviously a foreign concept to them. We are such a boring sober couple.

The temp job I was supposed to start this week never called back. Argh.

Porch collapses and kills 12 people. And now they are doing tons of time on building experts and permits and if the city has done enough to address the danger of porches collapsing. “People don’t realize that porches are made for entering and exiting a building.” BULLSHIT. You don’t rent an apartment for the easy access porch. You rent it for the porch you can cookout on and party on.

To cap the weekend we saw Charlie’s Angels again. It’s such a fun movie. I caught Bernie Mac’s jokes this time.

CHARLIE (on speakerphone): I hope the Angels are too much for you – I know they can be rough.
BOSLEY (Bernie Mac): Hell, I’ve dated fat women.

The parade procession was a little better mix then in the past. Usually it’s politicians, media organizations, business and then the fun ones. They mixed it up this year. More later.

It’s Raining White Women

The second Charlie’s Angels movie is awesome. I had a great time watching it and will probably go see it again. Ron and I had had a minor squabble over me dragging him downtown early to see a (cheaper) matinee but we melted to giggles in the first scene with Cameron Diaz as a snowbunny tart on a mechanical bull in Mongolia.

What I love most about the film is it’s insatiable appetite for depicting and the instantly discarding every pop culture idiom possible. One after another, Bond Film, Monster Trucks, Motor cross, Surfer Movie, Hollywood Premier… the design of the film must have been a sheer joy with the constant parade of costumes and sets in dozens of styles and moods. it’s like the director (I still think it’s pretentious to call yourself McG) was trying to catalog the last 30 years of music video and pop cinema in one 2 hour movie.

Granted, the story is a stinker and makes very little sense. Don’t even invest emotional weight in the story. Just enjoy the ride.

The combat is fantastic – just like in the first film. It’s funny that for all the improbabilities of the combat shown there is still a very human grunt and pain behind each kick and blow that The Matrix Reloaded sorely missed (again, if Neo could just fly away why didn’t he at the beginning of the Night of 100 Smiths?).

Plus, it’s fun to see gender rolls turned around upside down, fulfilled and then deflated simultaneously.

After 28 Days Later, I offered Ron to sneak into Charlie’s Angels to see it again – oh he was pissed that he’d sat through 28 Days Later! He was mad! He didn’t have to go either but, of course, does not recognize that I have sat through interminably long romantic ‘comedies’ on his behalf.

And the character of Shamus O’Grady is my new model for my workouts. He’s played by Justin Theroux – the freaky director from Mullholland Drive – lean guy with a ripped body. Why do carbs taunt me so? Actually I’ve been doing fine nutrition and workout-wise. I’m not burning myself out about things – just trying to eat as many whole foods as possible and keep sugar rushes to a minimum. I just devoured my first Hershey Bar in a week and a half – I figure we’re gonna go out dancing tonight for three hours or so, so it’ll be alright.

We danced last night at Roscoe’s and the bars are packed. The air is thick with the stench of Ultra Lite beer and pomade. We haven’t been to Hydrate yet – the transformed Manhole club… we’ve heard great reviews and no to great reviews. It is strange to me that the owners didn’t have a soft opening a week or so ago… the guys we’d talk to that had gone said things weren’t finished on the interior and the staff wasn’t very nice. Plus, the crowd hasn’t settled in yet on who should and shouldn’t be there. One suggestion is that it was going to turn into a tedious martini bar. I don’t understand that at all… what is there to be pretentious about – you’re still in a bar in Chicago.

28 Hours Later

28 Days Later: Wait for the DVD. See Charlie’s Angels twice instead.

28 Days Later is not the genre-busting thriller because it would first have to fulfill it’s genre(s): zombie horror flicks and virus panic movies. Don’t get me wrong: the idea behind 28 Days Later is stunning. Absolutely stunning. And as Roger Ebert points out:

That 20-second limit [from infection to bloodrage] it eliminates the standard story device where a character can keep his infection secret

This instant madness drives a handful of sequences that are totally nuts to watch and remind me of the prison riot in Natural Born Killers or the homicidal glee of Series 7. But in between these excitements is long, long, long meditations on isolation and alienation.

I guess I was expecting sort of a caffeinated Night of the Living Dead where you depict all society bonds disintegrating: children cannibalizing parents and the like.

Notable is the lack of shock and surprise – attacks are forecast with point-of-view rushing and I think make the violence even harsher because you have a few seconds to dread it’s arrival.

Overall, I thought the movie was such a fantastic idea but the over-careful pacing keep things deflated. I guess I expected a chase movie instead of a road flick.