My tolerance for crowds is limited. I wandered around SF Pride today and it drained my energy: people, people, and more people. I filled my Pride-crowd quota for probably the next three years. Sorta like Folsom, but without all the ugly penises being strangled. I guess I just feel a little sympathetic asphyxiation seeing all those cock rings. The rings do pale in comparison to the people who dress in head-to-toe plastic and mask their faces. I have to look away or I start to breathe deeply. "Need" "more" "air". But I digress.

All-in-all, the Pride crowds were calm, respectful, and upbeat. It was nice to see so many people having a good time.