i love living in san francisco
besides the great weather and clean air, it's the community. i mean, there's Gay people everywhere. in my neighborhood it's much more subtle but we're here. sure, there's the greek gods who work out twenty times aday and look unreal in the castro and other places, but then there's also the subtle regular guys. and that's always a breath of freshair.

today i'm sitting at my favorite neighborhood coffeeshop, waking up with coffee and not quite ready for the day as usual. this coffeeshop is pretty straight with only a handful of Gay people everyonce in a while (jessie and chris and i always make it more Gay than it would normally be, but the great thing is we feel totally comfortable in being ourselves there because this is san francisco after all). anyway, so i'm sitting there drinking my coffee next to some guy who looks like a regular suburban dad reading his morning paper. and all the sudden another guy, looking like another suburban dad, walks up and they hug and kiss and start talking about Gay stuff. and it's-oh-so-normal-it's-beautiful and i wasn't even considering they were Gay until they started talking. but in san francisco, they're free to open up and be themselves, whereas in another place in the world they might have continued to try to 'pass' and not done so. and i felt so happy to be sitting next to them and being myself, even though i never had to say a word...