6.27.17 I followed The Degenderettes through the march from Dolores Park through the Castro to the Tenderloin. They are a crew of misfits, clad in black and painted in skull makeup, puppeteering a giant cardboard skeleton monster. There are smiles and kisses in the street, tits out, dancing, and an anger, a heat of revolution and riot. Onlookers smiled and applauded. Police lined the streets but were non-violent towards us. Everyone marching is pissed, in-love, sick of the state of things, ready to fight. The energy is thick, happy and furious. My favorite banner read: Not Gay As In Happy But Queer as in Fuck You.