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April 27, 2003
where were you in 1993?
Yesterday we played D&D and bid a sappy farewell to a recent addition to our group who was much cherished. As usual we ate a shitload of nasty food, but it was OK because I had played 60 minutes of rugby beforehand.
Here's what I ate: half a bag of gummi bears, many samples of raw chocolate chip or sugar cookie dough, General Tso's Chicken, several glasses of Dr. Pepper, pretzel stubs and dumplings.
And I can still see my abs.
>; P'
Fucking great! Of course my headshot is put right next to the celestial being's headshot on our bachelor auction page. Oooh, but you get to go with him to see Margaret Cho. I just might go bid on him myself!
Fitz startled me by reminding me that 10 years ago today (or so) was the 1993 March on Washington. I wish I had a scanner to get the really groovy early 90's pics of me with all my Freedom Rings goin' on. Back then I was the Big Fag On Campus (BFOC) at the University of Wisconsin - Stevens Point. I was president of both the 10% Society and the Environmental Council. Our G/L/Bi/Whatever group took busses from Madison to DC, and I think we stayed somewhere in Maryland. I remember coming up out of the DuPont Circle metro and seeing gay people EVERYWHERE. It was just thick with queers, and a sunny day to boot.
At the conclusion of the festival, of course I had to take a shit, so I waited in line at the rows of port-o-potties. The final speaker had finished the closing speech, and meanwhile I was just starting to prepare (I'm a folder, not a buncher) the cheap toilet paper in my sweltering, heinous prison. And then they play 'Everybody's Free' and I'm still wiping. The song was done and I finally got out of the stanky blue cell, party over.
Posted by jimbo at April 27, 2003 10:30 AM
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In 1993 I was 18 listening to DANZIG, watching Headbangers Ball on MTV and discovering the coolness of StarTrek:Deep Space Nine. I had a Mowhawk(my hair was blue), Multiple piercings in both ears, wore pentagrams and inverted crosses.I was a bitter and over all an all ass punkboy.
Posted by: DAX at April 27, 2003 9:10 PM
Let's see, should I bid on Dennis or Will? How about a menage a trois with the two of them, there's a nice thought before bed.
Posted by: Burl at April 27, 2003 9:54 PM
Um, excuse me BURL...... you got a man..let us single folk do the bidding....
JIMBO, I was here in 1993 as well...and Id rather implode than use a porta-jonathan. But thanks for being nice and graphic!
GURL
Posted by: GURL at April 27, 2003 11:31 PM
Oh, so much to comment on today.
Yes, your head is next to the celestial being, and his date goes to Margaret Cho, but your date gets to go to see Hedwig.
And I was here in 93 as well...caught a ride with some gay law students from University of Buffalo...didn't have a place to stay, and didn't end up needing one. :) Weird moment of the weekend: running into my brother (who was there for the march as well) coming out of the JW Marriott on the way to the Mall.
Porta potties no; local hotel lobbies yes.
Posted by: stebbins at April 28, 2003 9:24 AM
In 1993, I was a closeted frat boy. I heard about the march but was too scared to even think of going. That was a very bad year. Followed, however, by 1994 wherein I found love, came out, and became strong enough to follow what was in my heart in lots of other ways.
Posted by: Chrisafer at April 28, 2003 9:48 AM
Hedwig, eh? I may have to bid on Jimbo myself...
This day in 1993 I was counting down the days to (high school) graduation, and didn't worry - or think about - much other than that.
joe
Posted by: joe at April 28, 2003 11:30 AM
In 1993, I was starting college for the very first time. A shy, innocent, niave, freshly turned 16yo, I had a lot to learn in the City of Angels. I would start playing rugby in about a month and a half from now.
Ten years later, I'm still shy, innocent, naive, and freshly turned 26!
nostalgic tard
Posted by: dicktard at April 28, 2003 12:37 PM