Got kind of hemmed in my apartment today because this weekend in San Francisco is Carnaval. Now, I know what you're thinking: Carnaval- debauchery, all-nighty partying, women in skimpy bikini's, beads, and breasts. But no, this is San Francisco and we don't have anything like that. Instead, we have "... a broad cultural pageantry that fosters a spirit of universal inclusiveness and reaffirms cultural artistic value."
Yee-awn.
Sadly, the only time in San Francisco where we closely have skimpy bikini's, breads and breasts is the Gay/Lesbian/Blah blah blah Parade. Let's just say I'll doubt any of it will ever show up on "Women Gone Wild" video's. We here in San Francisco can't have a skimpy bikini, beads, and breasts bachanalia because that'll only be perpetuating the sexism and objectation of womyn by patriarchal society and that would be wrong (unless of course, it's done intentionally and as part of a political statement in which it'll be an attempt at shattering the objectation of womyn by the patriarchal society by empowering womyn to go naked and shift the paradigm).
Which kind of reminds me of a story. A friend of mine got hit on at a Passover Seder some guy, a guy whose girlfriend happened to be right there at the Seder too. See, as he explained to her, it's okay that he's hitting on her in front of his girlfriend because both of them are "polyamorous." My friend wanted to know what polyamourous means and what the difference is between that and being swingers. The difference, of course, is that if you're upper-middle class, white and got a Liberal Arts degree from UC Santa Cruz, Berkely or Oberlin, you're "polyamorous." If you didn't go to college, live in the sticks, and have a moustache, you're a swinger.
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