I went many, many years ago for no other reason than I had to see it all for myself. That year the Indigo Girls headlined and I found myself a week later on the cover of Etcetera Magazine standing there in the front row, surrounded by every variety of dyke & lesbian imaginable. It was incredible. There was an adrenaline there you could smell.
Anyone who was originally interested in going to the park for a picnic, the plans have changed - and I'd love for any and/or all of you to come instead to Atlanta for this most unusual of days where you can have an opportunity to have your senses overloaded and leave thinking "THAT was just insane... when is the next one?".
Hmmm... Now if only I believed in any of that horse shit...