Went to a queer bar for the first time on Saturday. Ended up getting pushed off the dance floor by a couple who took offense to something about my presentation. 🤷‍♀️ After half an hour in the corner with the trash cans, a dude spit on me; I got the hell out.

It’s ❤️ to have friends for nights like these: I ended up calling one and having a good, solid two-hour talk that kept me from tipping into a depressive fugue.

Some snaps of SF street life from my walk; it sure put things in perspective. 😕