To be honest, Pride parties aren’t usually my thing.
I’m out and proud and about as gay as they get all year long, so it’s hard to justify spending twice as much to see the same people dance to the same music in the same bar I go to every week.
I support the symbolism of the event and definitely appreciate the political presence Pride affords our community, but in all the years I lived in San Francisco, there wasn’t a party that moved me enough to deal with the crowds.
This year, however, Curve magazine changed all of that.
Teaming up with Movement Productions, Curve hosted the Eden parties, a serious of star studded events featuring hot celesbians and hilarious comedians.
The parties began Thursday night with a meet and greet at the Parc 55 hotel. Most of the Curve contributors, including myself, work remotely from locations all across the United States, so we were excited to get to see each other, some for the first time. My editor said it best when she told me, “It’s great to finally meet the face that goes with the vagina I edit every week.”
Friday morning came too soon but my excitement for the evening’s shenanigans kept me alert enough to make it through legal briefs at work. Changing into a short tight dress and gigantic false eyelashes, I hurried back to the Parc 55 hotel for the Eden Comedy Show featuring Sandra Valls, Julie Goldman, Gina Yashere and Dana Goldberg.
Every comedian was hilarious, but I have to admit Gina Yashere was by far my favorite. Maybe it was her British accent, but I laughed at every thing that came out of her mouth. After the show, I met the comedians along with Josie from Top Chef and Mikey from the Real L Word and we had a little too much fun taking a picture with Curve magazine founder Frances Stevens.
After the show, we all headed to Tease, Eden’s Friday night dance party. I danced for a bit with some lovely ladies but after awhile the bright lights and loud music got to me and I craved something a bit more dark and sensual. Saying good-bye to my friends Ms. B and Shorty, I headed to meet Peek A. Booty at The Citadel, a BDSM dungeon that was hosting Transmission, an event for trans folk and their allies.
Everyone was exhausted by the time I got to the dungeon but with a little poking and prodding (literally), they gained a second wind. Feeling more voyeuristic than usual, I contentedly sat on the sidelines and watched as Peek A. Booty became part of what turned into a four-person extravaganza that ended over an hour later with a fisting scene that was too hot to describe here.
As everyone was cleaning up, the tall, dark, gorgeous femme from the four-some grabbed and kissed me, our hands making their way all over each other’s bodies. We moved into the back room heading for the bed just as the song “Closing Time” came over the loud speakers and voices told us to pack it up and get out.
“Next time,” she said, “I’m making you a participant.”
Drooling at the idea, I put my dress back on, adjusted my bra, and headed back out into the real world, making plans to return to the dungeon as soon as possible.
I spent all day Saturday cheering my best friend on as she ran a ridiculously difficult uphill half-marathon and enjoyed talking of Pride and working for Curve magazine with her adorable husband as we picnicked on the bay front.
Having gotten less than three hours sleep two nights in a row, I went to bed early Saturday night and woke up refreshed and ready to rock Sunday. I spent all morning helping Curve prep our float for the parade and loved getting to know fellow Curvettes during our drive down Market Street.
Standing on a float, surrounded by gorgeous, intelligent women waving to adoring fans, I gleamed with Pride. It is events like this weekend that make me happy to be a part of Curve’s team.