We started out early and after a few flight delays, changes, and figuring out the transportation systems, we all got to our Hotel on Market St. at about 5pm. We immediately left for Castro st with was only a few blocks southeast of where we were staying. That experience alone was amazing. I can understand people slipping into the mindset that every guy is gay, because there, everyone is. We shopped, ate some good sushi, and went back to the hotel to party a little bit. Tristan and I had both had long days the day before so we decided to crash a little early.
The next day we left the hotel and immediately ran into a protest in the middle of the street over Prop 8. We hung out for a while, joined in some of the chants, and watched a few people get arrested, probably over disturbing the peace. The traffic was held up for miles in every direction, however, the support was overwhelming.
We had a chance to go to another protest but didn't. It really isn't that I don't support gay marriage or hate the hypocrisy that the Mormon church I once belonged to is displaying, it's that I don't want to give them the satisfaction. If there is one thing I know about the Mormon church is that they know how to be persecuted and like it. If they start to feel like everyone is gaining up on them, they'll only feel more self-righteous as they walk proudly, heads high, up to their churches. There are ways to get to these people but we'll never change their minds.
After that we headed don't to a pier and hung out at a street fair, watching a few street performers. We got some food and headed over to the wharf where we did the usual tragic souvenir shopping. We still had a pretty good time, but I can never stand a place with too many tourists for long.
Next we headed to Chinatown which is totally the raverboy's dream; more shopping, enjoying the architecture, and walking walking walking. Afterwards we headed back to Castro and ate at a cute restaurant called Orphan Andy's. The Titan Men Van was parked close by and I'm pretty sure a few of them were eating in the restaurant. We then got a little intoxicated and decided just to go out and enjoy the nightlife. We met a lot of interesting people, ran into another protest, saw some random naked guys, and went down to the wharf again just to chill. That last part wasnt a great idea. It's a little scary after hours. Pretty much all that was there were police, hobos, and a few angry drunks. We decided to head back and on our way ran into a large, shirtless queen being carried home by another guy. We probably stared at him as he was making a lot of noise and he replied with, "What the fuck are you looking at, you Backstreet Boys." It basically made my night.
We took the trolley back home (the one used in the new movie "Milk") and pretty much just hung out and talked all night. The last day we got up, did a little more shopping, and headed home. I'm going back, next year probably. The city is so liberal, you can smell pot on every street corner, and it just seems like the people are a lot happier in general. Looks like a good place to settle down.
I'll be in NY next week shooting with a few other models. Expect a good post on that as well.
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