We started with a stroll down Macondry Lane, the inspiration for Barbary Lane in my best friend Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City novels.
Then we hauled ourselves to the Tenderloin to the site of the Compton’s Cafeteria riots, one of the first recorded LGBT-related riots in United States history and the beginning of transgender activism in San Francisco.
And finally, after a pit stop at the new beer hall on Market (for sustenance), we posted up in front of Gilbert Baker’s glorious rainbow flag for a photo.
Thank you, Judy, for indulging me my big queer tour of San Francisco.
All eight miles of it.
The sole lesson gleaned by 8th Grade Girlfriend Megan’s five-year-old daughter Olivia after last night’s bedtime reading of Pride: The Story of Harvey Milk and the Rainbow Flag made me feel seen.
The Portland trip was hecka hecka dope, but I’m not gonna share pictures or words about its hecka hecka dopeness until mañana cuz I absolutely must finish John Glynn’s unputdownable memoir Out East as soon as possible.
Unbeknownst to me, College Roommate Danielle had been sharing the exploits of our Monterey getaway via Instagram Stories throughout the course of last weekend to which one of her colleagues back in North Carolina was paying very close attention—just not quite close enough.