I went to my first San Francisco pride last weekend. It was huge and corporate. Miller light had the cutest boys; no beer bellies on that float. I marched with the bisexual contingent, and for the first time wondered why we still do this. There were so many families. Kids in rainbow outfits holding balloons. It was so wholesome I wondered if I hadn’t taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque. It was good in a lot of ways too. Good to see so many people so excited; good to know that the gay dollar is strong enough to make corporate giants dust off their rainbow flags; and good to spend time with people I love. And it was good to see, for the first time, a gathering of radical faeries. I spotted them late in the day and I was glad I spotted them at all. This is what it’s about for me — the transcendence, the trespassing, the radical sex and the outrageous notion that pleasure is valuable and valid.