![]() We laughed and I ignorantly recommended this other place that seemed promising despite heading home myself. I told him the truth: It was right over there and it sucked. 'Sorry to bother you, but could you point me in the direction of ?' It was the place I’d been kicked out of. ![]() I, too, was new I was also 'trying,' obviously so in my Aldo blue suede shoes. I turned around and found a cute, small, elfin gay in shiny new boots, not Lou Reed boots, but I-want-to-fit-in boots, fresh off the rack. I was now on 18 th and Noe, debating between fending for myself or going home and ending a dull, unfulfilling night, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I started the night with two new East Bay friends, but they were homebound after one of them got us kicked out of a club for lingering in a bathroom stall with another set of feet. “There I was, a 23-year-old post-grad, on the bustling Saturday night streets of the Castro.
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