Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Chapter 3: Sexuality is Not Multiple Choice
A Fremont pub - day of the Solstice Parade. How could this woman stand there and tell me she was disgusted? I was sketching two women kissing. Two hot women. At a bar in Fremont. During the Solstice Parade! I mean, of all places and on all days, how could she be appalled at this? Right outside, 300lb. men were biking in nothing but sweaty body-paint and wishful thinking.
But now I want to thank her. For the entire pint of Newcastle that “accidentally” drowned my sketchbook. And for her attitude.
Yay homophobe! you helped me make art!
