The first day of pride week went as well as could be expected, if not a little better. If it weren't for Lora and William, both of whom were there out of personal sacrifice, I don't know what we would have done. So we might not have gotten a huge response, and the weather might have been less than desireable with the wind turning everything into flying projectiles, then rain soaking everything, but I think we did relatively well.
I have no clue what we're going to do about the reat of the week. We'll have events. But there's only so much mass organizing that six people can do, especially when they have classes and jobs and other commitments. Argh, tons of butchness today, and I got interviewed and photo-shot by the Dominion Post. The article'll run tomorrow, I hope. (sidenote: It's not hard to be butch when you're surrounded by queens. Just sayin'.) Still have so much more to do... and I have to suppress violent killing desires until then. Grr.
And Neil Gaiman has a lovely full-length Q&A thingie from The Guardian on over at his blog. It's like one of those dumb time-wasting internet surveys, but done by Neil Gaiman. So it's good.
La.
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