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Feb. 2nd, 2009 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twincityhackerAs a "Sodom is for Lovers" shirt reminded me, I've yet to talk about the third and last day of Pride.
We started off the night with two songs by the Quarryland All Gay Chorus, who added a bit more swing choir into this year. "If You were Gay" from Avenue Q was done with sock puppets. They also preformed a song called "I Wish you Pansies Everywhere" which reminded me a lot of a Cole Porter song, minus the reference to Gortex. That, m'dears, included two hats that would terror all other easter bonnets into submission, and a synchronized "swimming" routine with swimcaps.
Next came the shorts. The first "Ready or Not" was three quick autobiographical sketches from Australia. It was entertaining, but the sort of thing you only have to see once.
Next was "The Japanese Sandman" which is a visual interpretation of a letter William S. Burroughs wrote to Allen Ginsberg from Panama in 1953. This was my favorite one of the night, for some reason. If I had to put a finger on it, it would probably be how the past and present was woven together, with bitterness mixed in with the frivolousness.
Cafe Com Leite ( You, Me, Him ) was the final international film of the festival, coming from Brazil. The perfect length for the subject, though the last few minutes were not as clear whether or not Danilo and Marcos broke up or not.
"How Do I Say This? I'm Gay" was the last short, and was a very tiny musical about a girl in college being urged by the rest of the floor to come out to her mother. Who already knew, of course.
The closing remarks were long. Very, very long. I believe it had something to do about you can't find your home, you have to create your home. Since half the room was going "i can has dance party nao?" she overestimated the audience's attention span.
The last, and probably best film of all was "Were the World Mine." Gay boy, who lives in a town that is anti-gay enough to make his life, and his mothers, really miserable, but not enough that he's getting beatings. Enter Midsummers Night Dream in English class where he gets the part of Puck, then encounters a working love potion in the pages. And since there was a boy on the rugby team that is giving off signals of maaaybe likeing him... It's part musical, it ends happily, and there were several points where the English teacher or other charecter won at life and got a round of applause.
Everyone was pushed outside, where we enjoyed jugglers and belly dancers and stuff. Or chitchatted. I used the time to scope the crowd for people I knew, and found a few! And ate a PB&J and a banana for second supper. Then we could go in. Except I lost my wrist band, and panicked for a bit until the ticket taker took me in anyway.
I went in. I danced, a met some new people and people I already knew, and got twirled by Christina. I was doing my own dance tribal thing, where I attracked the attention of a woman and danced together for a bit before I needed a drink.
Then realized I lost my water bottle, then went all over the place looking for that. Then went into a full blown panic attack. I had brought my xanax for just this reason, and chilled outside for a bit, but the rhythm between my heart and the music, while fine earlier, was too much, and I had to leave. I sang "Easy to Love" and "Just One of Those Things" on my way home, and by the time I got to my bed I was calm enough to go to sleep.
So while I'm not happy how the night ended, I enjoyed myself that night and the entire weekend. And was really glad I had Sunday to recover. = )
We started off the night with two songs by the Quarryland All Gay Chorus, who added a bit more swing choir into this year. "If You were Gay" from Avenue Q was done with sock puppets. They also preformed a song called "I Wish you Pansies Everywhere" which reminded me a lot of a Cole Porter song, minus the reference to Gortex. That, m'dears, included two hats that would terror all other easter bonnets into submission, and a synchronized "swimming" routine with swimcaps.
Next came the shorts. The first "Ready or Not" was three quick autobiographical sketches from Australia. It was entertaining, but the sort of thing you only have to see once.
Next was "The Japanese Sandman" which is a visual interpretation of a letter William S. Burroughs wrote to Allen Ginsberg from Panama in 1953. This was my favorite one of the night, for some reason. If I had to put a finger on it, it would probably be how the past and present was woven together, with bitterness mixed in with the frivolousness.
Cafe Com Leite ( You, Me, Him ) was the final international film of the festival, coming from Brazil. The perfect length for the subject, though the last few minutes were not as clear whether or not Danilo and Marcos broke up or not.
"How Do I Say This? I'm Gay" was the last short, and was a very tiny musical about a girl in college being urged by the rest of the floor to come out to her mother. Who already knew, of course.
The closing remarks were long. Very, very long. I believe it had something to do about you can't find your home, you have to create your home. Since half the room was going "i can has dance party nao?" she overestimated the audience's attention span.
The last, and probably best film of all was "Were the World Mine." Gay boy, who lives in a town that is anti-gay enough to make his life, and his mothers, really miserable, but not enough that he's getting beatings. Enter Midsummers Night Dream in English class where he gets the part of Puck, then encounters a working love potion in the pages. And since there was a boy on the rugby team that is giving off signals of maaaybe likeing him... It's part musical, it ends happily, and there were several points where the English teacher or other charecter won at life and got a round of applause.
Everyone was pushed outside, where we enjoyed jugglers and belly dancers and stuff. Or chitchatted. I used the time to scope the crowd for people I knew, and found a few! And ate a PB&J and a banana for second supper. Then we could go in. Except I lost my wrist band, and panicked for a bit until the ticket taker took me in anyway.
I went in. I danced, a met some new people and people I already knew, and got twirled by Christina. I was doing my own dance tribal thing, where I attracked the attention of a woman and danced together for a bit before I needed a drink.
Then realized I lost my water bottle, then went all over the place looking for that. Then went into a full blown panic attack. I had brought my xanax for just this reason, and chilled outside for a bit, but the rhythm between my heart and the music, while fine earlier, was too much, and I had to leave. I sang "Easy to Love" and "Just One of Those Things" on my way home, and by the time I got to my bed I was calm enough to go to sleep.
So while I'm not happy how the night ended, I enjoyed myself that night and the entire weekend. And was really glad I had Sunday to recover. = )
