Uncommon Curiosity

Last week, I went with Arron to see the FrameLine compilation “Fun in Girls’ Shorts” at The Center in San Francisco.  When I saw the sign on the back wall, I started giggling a lot (apologies for the pictures – I only had my cell phone with me):

Not only do I get to come first, but I also get to top him.

(Hey, anything written in big sparkly letters underneath a rainbow has got to be law, right?)

I learned a lot that night, specifically that if I’m gonna be queer in San Francisco I have to 1) stop giggling so much (the group assembled there, with the exception of the really cool guy behind us, was quite serious – clearly I missed a memo) and 2) start dressing a LOT better.  Apparently I was the only one there who thought it would be amusing to wear shorts to a film festival titled “Fun in Girls’ Shorts.”

It turns out that the films were really wonderful.  The one that I didn’t understand at all was shot beautifully, so there was lighting and framing to focus on when the dialog escaped me.  “Outside” contained one of the hottest sex scenes I’ve ever seen, despite the fact that only their fingers met, and “Hi Maya” was sweet and, yes, made me cry.  (No, I didn’t let anyone see.  I didn’t want to be the one who was laughing AND crying.  Sheesh.)

By far the best movie of the bunch was “Members Only,” which I can’t describe for fear of giving too much away.  It was so good that the other people in the room laughed.  A lot.

(The films were so good that I ordered a copy of the DVD to share with Kyle when he comes to visit in January.  I can’t wait to share them with him.)

After the movies, Arron and I went over to Wicked Grounds.  Someone had left a big ol’ roll of blue painters tape on the table, which was significantly smaller when we left:

In case you were wondering, that’s a chocolate cherry soy milkshake he’s drinking.  And, no, I swear I didn’t pull it out of his reach just to torment him.  Much.  For the record, it didn’t taste nearly as good as my chocolate milkshake, so I was really just doing him a favor, honest…even if  he did keep protesting…

Of course I let/begged him to return the favor, and so more tape was sacrificed in the name of “stuff we do because we can.”  He bound my arms and hands and was even kind enough to cut out a blue dolphin “tattoo” for me along with my very own gay card.  All in all, an excellent night.