hate crime?

Last night we tried to go see Strangers with Candy at Frameline, the San Francisco International LGBT Film Festival. The venue was the Empire Theater in West Portal, a suburb-like, sleepy neighborhood over the hill in San Francisco. We were in the loooong rush tickets line, and had been standing there for about 40 minutes when I heard a car revving behind us, the door opened, and then someone threw an egg in our direction, mostly hitting the ground but also hitting the back of my leg and hem of my skirt (and no one else). Now, West Portal isn't exactly the land of blacks and gays--I'm fairly sure I was the only black person in this line of mostly gay people--so what to make of it? Was it a bored suburban-brat prank on a crowd or a Russell Henderson or Aaron McKinney in the making? Though I was totally unharmed, it was rather unsettling, here in the land of the so-called enlightened.

And we didn't get into the movie, either.







Paul Outerbridge, Triumph of the Egg, 1932