I was rocking out for equality here. The people in front of me were not. They have that look on their face of someone who accidentally stumbles upon my blog and finishes reading one of my posts and makes a mental note to never ever do that again.

Lots of people were shouting the usual call and response chants during the march. I tried to change things up and get people to shout my inspirational pro-sodomy limerick I wrote specifically for the march. But no one played along except for Mister Fister. In fact some dude had the audacity to tell me I "was making gay people look bad with that song." I was like, "You're the one wearing jean shorts in 2009 in front of thousands, so really, who's doing more damage?"

Despite that, this march was the most positive event of its kind that I've been to. I know some anti-gay protesters were there but this was the first time I never saw them. They're losing their members willing to publicly be dicks to us. I was expecting to see signs saying the apocalypse was near and that gays will next be demanding to legally marry their iPhones or some such nonsense.

Lots of straights marched with us, lots of kids, lots of everybody. Yay!

The only thing I thought was cheesy was when Starship reunited at the march rally to perform the equality-themed "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" featuring a completely unnecessary "rap" by Queen Latifah midway though the song. I guess Barney Frank pissed off some people for saying the march was a waste of time. So, of course, she targeted him with lyrics that went something like:

Fuck Barney Frank
Your shit done stank
You an Uncle Tom
Prolly work for NOM
How now brown cow
Ain't nothin' gonna stop us now

Dreadful. That's all I could remember from her performance. But other than that the whole day was perfect!

We all went to see Paranormal Activity over the weekend. I usually avoid seeing hyped-up films on their opening weekends, especially when they are only playing in 150 theaters around the country. But the hype had such control over me I couldn't resist.

We arrived early enough for the 9:10 showing to score some great seats. So we're sitting there watching the theater fill up with people. And then, as the start time was quickly approaching, I saw something troubling out of the corner of my eye coming into the auditorium. A baby stroller. Oh, hail no. Keep pushing that thing through the emergency exit, please. Then, behind the woman pushing the stroller were two enthusiastic toddlers. Seriously? An R-rated HORROR FILM? At a late showing? Have Child Protective Services been notified? Naturally the woman and an adult male escorted their brood AND STROLLER in my direction. I put on my best death stare that Jimbo taught me. It seemed to work as they chose two rows behind me, but the group of kids sitting directly in front of them weren't having it. They moved completely to the other side of the theater. That's when another woman holding HER baby entered the auditorium and sat right in front of them. Is it Bring your Tired Infant to a Crowded Theater to Sit for a Couple Hours Night? Worse, I thought, were the two toddlers who will be eternally traumatized after the movie because they will at least understand some of the movie. Awkward! But I was feeling all equality and shit so I refused to judge them any further.

Anyway, I liked the movie. It's really low-budget and slow with Blair Witch-like cinematography. It's certainly not your typical gore-fest scary movie. But it was original and creepy and fun to see with a group of friends in a packed theater of crying babies and toddlers. It probably scared me more than it should because Stina kept screaming and jumping at certain points, causing me to choke on my pretzel and almost pass out. Good times!

* It is my duty to inform you that all photos featured here were taken by Stina and Rob.