katekarnage

Last Sunday was Stockport Pride. Me and cosmolinguist went along, partly so I could be Extremely Petty. I'd gotten into an argument on Reddit in a conversation about a far-right web cartoonist getting doxxed. Somebody had claimed that doxxing is legal in the UK. I replied saying that I was happy this particular person got doxxed, and I don't think that legality and morality are inherently correlated, but actually no it wasn't legal. This led to a very heated argument wherein my interlocutor accused me of being a far-right sympathiser and transphobe, at which point I said that I wasn't going to continue to debate because I was off to Pride with my trans boyfriend. I then got accused of being an obvious sockpuppet making things up. So I made a little paper sign and took this photo there.

A little while later that person's comments had all been deleted, either by themselves or a moderator. I claim this as a petty victory!

Anyway apart from that Stockport Pride was a good day out. We failed to meet up with a former coworker of mine, but ran into many people from Trans Gym, and some friends from Queer Club, and got chatting to somebody who turned out to be a friend of a friend... small world. We poked around the stalls and bought some goth / queer crossover tat for mother_bones. I got to listen to Bad Heritage, a local guitar-based heavy rock band playing a Pride festival. They sounded like L7 fronting Black Sabbath, and that was a very good thing. Eventually we sat outside the Angel pub drinking pints and listening to Sister Mary McArthur, a tap-dancing singing drag nun, doing show tunes. Who needs expensive corporate Prides when you have that, eh?

We checked out another few pubs and were introduced to The Produce Hall, which has about half a dozen different kitchens and a common ordering / payment system. I had some amazing Carribean chicken stew, and E had a great pizza. It's technically indoors but the ceilings are high enough that the CO2 levels were pretty much the same as being outdoors. Around 9pm, we left the young 'uns to it and headed home, thoroughly satisfied with our day.