the castro was a pulsing, undulating, swarming sea of bodies. gay, celebrating, sweaty, intoxicated, pulsing bodies. we drove by 19th street and it was spectacular. this town is the best kind of freak show. my people. and i had had a long day with training and going to a lovely friend's noble graduation as a homeopath. a warrior of homeopathy, to be precise. but i was excited to come back to an empty home, put on some un-gay music and soak in the hot tub under the misty, foggy canopy of pink as i heard the thump thump thump and woo woo woo in the distance.

i meditated to it for 2 hours.

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