Bangkok Metro Magazine
October 2001
Note: Color graphics will be available in December.

Pride and Prejudice

Amit Gilboa discovers there's more to San Francisco's Gay Parade than large infaltable vibrators and stunning men in gold lamé.

Coming to San Francisco on Gay Pride weekend is a bit like showing up in Thailand on Songkhran; wonderful if you are expecting it, but disconcerting if not. While the weekend's partly a political exercise, it's really the Mardi Gras and Carnival of the non-heterosexual world. Lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transsexuals flock to the San Francisco Bay Area, turning it into what one magazine affectionately called the 'San Francisco Gay Area'.

Festivities go on throughout the weekend - from a performance by the B-52's to DJ-hosted raves - but the centerpiece was the parade down Market Street, San Francisco's main drag. The parade kicks off with the rumbling thunder of hundreds of motorbike-riding lesbians better known as Dykes on Bikes, followed by over a hundred different groups.

But it's not just penises on parade, the women of Vulva University - a group encouraging women to explore and indulge in their own private parts - did some of the same. They are, perhaps, matched by sex-toy store Good Vibration's float which features a three-meter inflatable vibrator. Some groups are relatively tame, but whether it's gay-friendly church groups, proud parents of homosexual children marching with their simple banners or gay Japanese drummers pounding their way down the street, the themes of utter pride and joy are constant.

The crowd contributes to the fun as well. When the Gold's Gym float cruises by with buffed male specimens dressed up and gyrating like the Solid Gold Dancers of the cheesy 1980s American TV music showcase, the gay men on my right comment loudly on "cute asses" and one announces that "I'd like to give that guy some solid gold." Meanwhile, the straight women on my left just sigh and wonder aloud why hot single men are always gay.

A combination street theatre and fundraising organization called The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence wow the crowd with their drag queen looks (although they've nothing on the average Nana katoey), and a gay Tae Kwon Do club elicits cheers as members smash blocks of wood labeled 'Hate' and 'HIV'. The S&M (aka Leather Pride) contingents, which bring enthusiastic approval from some and confused wonderment from others, include a man dressed head-to-toe in leather, wearing hoof-like boots and pulling a whip-wielding dominatrix in a rickshaw-type carriage. They're followed by a smiling, waving man wearing nothing but a floral shirt, showing off his outrageously endowed manhood.

The parade of spectators cruising by is almost as spectacular as the parade of marchers: a man glides past wearing nothing but roller blades and a skimpy leather loincloth, and women holding hands walk down Market Street sporting Pussy Power stickers. Another popular sticker has the bearer sign his or her name and check off one of the following: Single, Taken, or Tempt Me.

Just as Songkran's the perfect embodiment of the sanuk-ness that makes Thailand what it is, so Gay Pride is to San Francisco. What makes this city special isn't the Golden Gate Bridge or cable cars, but rather an incredible sense of tolerance, diversity and a celebration of sexual openness. Pride weekend - emotional for some, offensive to others and fun for most- is quintessentially San Francisco.