LGBTour

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.

B2B Take Two

Despite the messy weather, tens of thousands of runners, many of them in costume, joined me at the Bay to Breakers starting line just before eight o’clock this morning. Included in the throng was a shirtless older gentleman who stood directly in front of me during the national anthem and then oh-so-casually slipped out of his tiny green shorts as the go gun sounded, granting me an unavoidable view of his bouncing, pasty white tush for the first few minutes of the race. Remember when Sunday mornings were for church?

Aquaman and a Sidewalk Poem

I promised Bevan that I’d watch Aquaman with him tonight if he watches Juliet, Naked with me this weekend so I ain’t gonna web log write nuthin’ new though I am gonna copy and paste a poem I spotted on the ground as I waited on a Muni platform after dining with my work team last night.

A day so happy.
Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

Gift, Czesław Miłosz

A Sunday Night Journal Entry

This evening Bevan and I made stuffed peppers for dinner and my Grandma Beckman’s special-occasion Cool Whip and sliced fruit dish for dessert while carrying on with one another about big things and small things and nothings as Buddy and Ellie snoozed on the furniture in the living room and the soundtrack from A Star is Born played just above a whisper around us.