A few images of our night in North Beach--there's Lawnboy on the shelves at City Lights--before it all turned creepy and sour. I can tell Mark's writing an account of things just now. I don't have enough perspective to tell the complicated story just yet--what to leave in, what to leave out. And it seems like it should be funny in the telling, but it still isn't funny at all. Let's just say we walked into a scene straight from The Sopranos, or a David Lynch movie, or something by Flannery O'Connor, and though we got away without getting beaten up or killed, we were told by the owner of a certain restaurant that we belonged "on the other side of town, in the Castro." Among much uglier things, which I don't have the energy to reproduce just yet.
Click here for Mark's blog post.
And here for more thoughts.
4 comments:
I'm sorry -- that does sound very ugly. Just deeply wrong and painful and dangerous. I'm glad that you and Mark were not physically harmed, and that the reverberations -- it's hard to know what to wish, not wanting to evoke them or diminish them, either one -- but that you move through whatever comes after with -- what? -- a rising sense of self and other connections so much stronger than the ugly ones, and of the impossibility of maintaining forbidden territory in the face of adventurous imaginations. Take care, for sure.
i often think of asking you if you ever worry about your safety. but it seems like such a pessimistic question, and i'm trying to adopt new stances under this obama adminstration.
but i do think about such things, ache for you that such things must even be a consideration.
take care,
nancy
Even in San Francisco, there is danger. And yes, that side of town can be dangerous for people like us. Sorry to hear about this.
fuckers.
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