There's not a lot to say about the Castro Street Fair. Once you've seen eighteen of 'em, you've pretty much seen 'em all.
We came. We saw. We walked very slowly.
A whole lot of people were there, too. We knew about ten of them. We ran into people we haven't seen in several years (Carla Lucero, for example).
We bought a corn dog and nothing else. Not even the dildo or pump pictured below.
We got our fair share of elbows shoved into us. We did our share of accidentally shoving our elbows into people we didn't know were behind us.
Complete and utter disclaimer: I don't know anyone in any of these photos, and I don't know who any of them are. Except for the woman holding the dog. The dog is being held by Dottie, who has cut my hair for the last ten years or so.
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