You'd have to be an idiot not to know about the abundance of gays/trans/bis/tris/quadriplegics that inhabit San Francisco. Castro street fairs are a must see for all the things you can't unsee. My coworker and favorite pygmy batch Peter has "dragged" my into the world of cross-dressing.The glittered gowns, the sassy lip-syncing and the never-ending dick puns?! say it with me now HEEEEAAAAAVEN! RuPauls Drag Race star Honey Mahogany hosted Mahogany Mondays every week at the Midnight Sun to screen the show and give inside facts with her beautiful "fishy", then afterwards the "trouts" with the mustache pouts come to the stage. To be a "fishy" queen means.... well that you look so much like a woman that you smell like vageen.
*sniff*
WWWWWEEEEWWW GOOD MORNIN LADIES! and then the bearded men with daddy issues come out afterwards and sing Madonna and cry whilst they publicly touch themselves. Its a spectacle.
Then Peter Peter the Peter eater and I went to Holy Cow.
