Our new neighborhood.
Is gay.
Now, I realize all of San Francisco is gay, but we live right on the corner of Gay and Gayer Streets. Melissa Lion insists we live in Noe Valley and not the Castro but really, we live one block away from Castro St. and one block away from Noe. What this means is we are surrounded by millions of men named Michael and Timothy and Patrick with a small sprinkling of young families with babies in strollers.
I love the gays. The babies, on the other hand, are just meh.
Our first night here, after a terrifying, hellish, 14 hour drive from Portland (let’s just say God was either telling us to get the hell out of Portland or to stay the hell out of San Francisco…I still don’t know which…also I don’t believe in God) we parked the moving truck and immediately went on a hunt for beer.
I don’t know if any of you have ever been to the Castro on a Saturday night but it was a little overwhelming - overwhelming in an ohmygodweliveinarealcitywithamillionpeopleandwecoulddietonight kind of way. And we had ZZ with us because we didn’t want to leave her in an empty new apartment for even a minute. You can imagine how well she took to the street trannies and hustlers touching her. Not well.
Anyway, we survived and although Dane was a little mindblown from the culture shock, he has quickly adjusted to our new gay lifestyle. Embraced it, even. Honestly, I think he’s really enjoying all the attention and has winkled out that he’s probably a bear, but like a smaller one - more BooBoo than Yogi, more Koala than Grizzly. And if this means we get free pastries at Tartine, so be it.
Yay gays!
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Ummm…..free stuff from the gays.
Awesome!
Gay Boyfriend doesn’t give ME Anything free. Phht. Work it, girl. Work it!
Well, BooBoo was always smarter than Yogi, so he has that going for him as well.
When I was thinking of moving to San Fransisco, I looked at a room in the Castro. It was 8×8. No joke. I forgot how much they wanted for it. It was really expensive.
I’m glad you like your place. Do you like your place? Your new city? You don’t say.
I think I like it. It’s gonna take some time.
I love that you’re so gay.
FINALLY.
I can proclaim my love for you and you GET it.
Free pastries are worth a fourteen-hour drive even with athiestic divine retribution.
I love the gays, too. And the street trannies and hustlers. Babies, meh. But street tranny hustling babies are something altogether special.
Yay Tartine!
Welcome to California! Sorry about the weather, or we made this weather just for you (depending on how you feel about it).
We didn’t make the weather! We faked old leather! Welcome to SF, I hope you like shriveled shrutes!
We have them by the hundreds!!!
this sounds like the first chapter in a new adventure.
You’re hogging all the gays.
That is not fair.
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