although i definitely take notice of them, to say that i am adherant to life’s signs and omens is a touch inaccurate. this is because what i actually tend to do is notice them then do the exact opposite of what they seem to be trying to tell me. today i came home from hanging out at my friend’s house feeling alright. i did good today. i went to work even though i am deathly ill with a cold, then i went to ajai’s and had a chat, went for a walk in the hills (fell in love with l.a. again), ate some soup, didn’t drink a drop of the “healing” whiskey presented to me, and came home ready to begin preparing for a similar day tomorrow. well, as i walked to my front door, laying directly in the front walkway was a dead pigeon. i guess that would have not been too bad if it looked like it was mangled by a cat or something, but it looked like it literally plunked down in mid-flight.
yikes.
so i’m going out of town this weekend!
to san francisco gay pride for the first time. i am super-excited because i need to get the fuck away for a while, and yet a ton of my friends are going so it’s going to be like having the comforts of home without the home part and with way more erotic lesbian foreplay.
i have been making the necessary preparations. got a haircut and a wax on friday, staying in all this week to save money and energy, and am walking up as many hills as possible to cut my complaining quota in 
half. i’m not really planning on having illicit sex with any bay area hussies, but i intend upon enjoying my fair share of make-out sessions. i don’t know, maybe it won’t happen though. i am kind of shy and now i am paranoid about my perfume. a couple of weeks ago i was at what may have been the kickoff of lesbain make-out season, and this girl i was making out with went for the neck. moments later she recoiled, squinting and batting at her tongue in distaste. too much dior, TOO MUCH DIOR! oops. maybe jessica simpson was onto something with those flavored “dessert” fragrances. too bad i think they got discontinued because they smelled like melty popsicle twat. oh well. i happen to know i have a pretty good natural chemistry/smell/taste, but i like smelling expensive. now, how to do so without tasting like bittersweet death? i just don’t know. quite a quandary.
anyhoo, as promised, here are a few pics from the silverlake dyke march. they are not good pictures, but they give you an idea of the fun:
the requisite gaint lamé vulva and cigarette girls
dykes on bicycles love lisa’s belt buckle more than they love the camera
sujey, ajai, jaime lopez, and des. i told them to look extra gay. success!
new stripey friend, sonia, and dj jay. also looking gay.
lisa jumpstarting the unicycle girl. gaysian pride.
queer sex workers do it better… wait, IT means carrying banners, right? mommy?
i’d say despite my crappy pictures and camera dying within moments of the march getting underway, it was a complete success. well, it looked like one anyway. the crowd was more than twice as large as it was two years ago when i last went, and was filled with women of every age, size, and color. plus a bunch of really supportive people in passing cars, honking and waving away. it was pretty inspiring actually.
we decided to taper off all that feminine energy by attending gay pride in west hollywood, home of the largest selection of shirtless men ever, the next day. it was actually pretty fun. i mean, i had moments where i looked around at some of the people there and was like, “ew” but then i thought, “wait, amanda-faye, you are being awfully hoity-toity for a girl who just used a porta-potty that was out of toilet paper and thus wiped with a flier for a gay dating website!” touché, voice of reason, touché.
once we made our way to the hip hop tent, things took a turn for the better. there was a small crowd surrounding some breakdancers and i was thinking, whatevs, i don’t want to watch them, i want to show off my own moves. but oh no, these people were amazing! the boys were so good, and this one girl was outrageously good. it made me want to seriously practice my moves.
well, that’s all i got. i have some new batts for my camera so this pride weekend is going to be well-documented photographically, i promise! kind of sad to think that after this weekend there will be no more local gay pride events… wait, actually we are all supposed to go to l.a. black pride in july. yesss!
plus there is that whole being proud year-round thing. duh.
My Frenchi dropped a dead bird off on our porch last week. And then he wonders why the birds in the yard dive bomb his head all day.