22.06.11
Every year, without meeting disaster, my friends and I talk about how Christmas in June is gay in San Francisco. We pronounce it as it should be capitalized and ends with a statement. Sometimes I even sing the words a little - "Gaaay Christmas La-la" - As the show comes complete with its own songs.
Sometimes I think "Gay Christmas" with a hint of irony and sarcasm. I bitch every year on the operations of Pride of San Francisco has become a big business conglomerate (indistinguishable from real Christmas, right?) .I bitch about how the pride festival has become an invaluable and watered celebrating the worst, most consumerist, most parts of the assimilationist particular culture. I bitch how Pride is a festival with roots amazing and representation and import, but at least in San Francisco, he lost his way. This pride has turned to be a brilliant and dissolute underlying the celebration of love and life in a mouth queer tourism hokey designed to sell key chains rainbow pink triangle and tea towels.
Source: San Francisco Bay Guardian