Tuesday 21 July 1998, 10.40

Sunburn! Sunshine! In PridePark! More of these silly sentences with exclamation marks! Sorry!

Lunch at PridePark with Phillip and Agop and his mate. Another relaxed PridePark afternoon, Mrs Green doing her stuff outside Chokladkoppen and, well, All's Right With the World, doncha know. Excellent idea to have drag queens doing live commentary at a cafe.

Set off for Ecce Homo, visiting Södra Teatern on the way and a long conversation about masses of things with Katarina J. Catering by King Catering, as yesterday.

So, there we were, in the bedrock under Sofia Church, and there were all of our Elisabeth's pictures. Straight and non-straight visitors, moving silently and talking quietly.

It's hard to describe the impact of the pictures. Scenes from Christ's life, populated with us, with my family, the Stockholm (for want of a better word) queer community in all its variety, all its tenderness, all its pain. Other people have tried to express who we are and how we love and how we suffer, but has anyone done it like Elisabeth, our Elisabeth? That she's done it in the context of Christianity, of my home religion and the one that told me time after time after time not to be who I am, is nothing short of astonishing. Go and see Ecce Homo. Demand that it be shown where you live.

And so, after still more hanging out in PridePark, back to Dykeye. This time to the documentary programme 'Gender Benders'. We were a group of seven, what's more - interest for trans things is higher among my friends than I'd ever thought. Cool. Anyway, what an excellent bunch of stuff! Leslie Feinberg, finally making me understand what the word 'transgender' means. The glorious 'Scent uVa Butch', a smörgåsbord of interviews with dykes who identify as butch, the whole spectrum from women with actually kinda long hair to dildo-wearing trouser-packers. Funny and moving and joyful, and so many moments when I wanted to applaud and yell 'Yes! Yes! Yes!'. Robert the male lesbian again, or something else going on? Del LaGrace's astonishing 'Pansexual public porn' showed a bunch of English female-to-male guys cruising gay men. And having sex. Boy, was this hot stuff. Not so much fuck as mindfuck, of the confusing-liberating variety, and, well, umm, with a certain effect on my all-too-male equipment... To finish off, two Drag King shorts - immensely funny and empowering.

Did I say 'empowering'? *gulp*

More on this later, I'm gonna collapse if I don't go and have breakfast.