It's about as close as my camera and my words get these days, at least in the public sphere.
Quietly doing a (re)launch status check which, among other things, entails a review of the photo archives. Which in turn brings one to an image of she-what-made-me-a-Baba, proudly held aloft at our very first SF LGBTQ Pride, over a decade (and a world) ago. Outlaws, still, walking in the fresh
David’s Delicatessen, Geary Street, San Francisco. This is a test. If this were a real blog post, it would have appeared loooooooooong ago. Slowly trying to blow the gunk out of the engine, here with an image of my favorite old companion (20 years together means we get to say