The First Year Of Fog City Living Pt. 1
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So I moved into a flat with my dearest friend of 13 years on Jones and Sutter. She had lived in SF for about 3 years already and was going to the Academy of Art. I was completely enamored with the city. I began working for a commercial real estate firm where my office was a gray maze, but the paycheck was fat which was necessary with my rent being as much most people's mortgage back home. There were a handful of great people at the office, and I met people through my roommate Chatty. Plus my friend Shlank Dogg from VA who came out for a week visit decided to stay. We became Three's Company. I immediately immersed my self in the rave scene. Coming from smalltown USA, I liked dance music, but all I knew was mainstream. After a few months here I was familiar with local djs, international djs, I knew all the different sub-categories of trance, techno, and house. I was dancing about 4 or 5 nights a week, and rolling entirely too much. But I'm a creature of extremes, and I came here with the intention on losing my mind and taking responsibility for no one but myself for the first time in my life. I was dating The Freaky Jehovah whom I had met during an earlier visit to SF a months before. He was handsome, and funny, and we only dated for about 6 or 7 weeks because he thought I worked for the devil because I was a witch. I tried to educate him, but I couldn't tolerate his ignorance or his constant sermons. I went on a date with a man I thought was gay. I didn't know it was a date, I thought he was gay. I had met him at a party and I thought that I remembered hearing him in conversation say something about his boyfriend. Between meeting so many new people and rolling my ass off, I got him mixed up with someone else. So we went out one night, me thinking I'm hanging out with my new gay buddy, him wanting to score. He walked me home and asked if he could kiss me goodnight. My face contorted as I blurted out "I thought you were gay"?! He was offended, thinking he was acting feminine. After I re-boosted his ego and explained my confusion, peace was made. We tried hangin out again, but I wasn't interested, he was, it didn't work.

In early June I met Big Head. Both figuratively and literally. He was funny, he was romantic, he was well read, he was cute, he was (and still is) the greatest fuck of my life, and he also thought. A LOT. I'm always up for a good gabfest, but this man took philosophizing to an extreme level. We hung out for 4 months but it was a constant battle of egos. It created great drama for passionate sex, but I became irritated.

In August I participated in my first Folsom Street Fair, which was needless to say, and eye opening event. Chatty and I went topless with neat design painted on. I certainly saw aspects of S&M that I never dreamed existed. People in my office thought I was a freak for going, but we looked tame in comparison to the other "Fair Goers". October 31st I enjoyed my first San Francisco Castro Halloween. I was blown away. 250,000 people not only dressed in character, but who were their character. I rented my costume from Costumes on Haight (who now know me by name) and I was a duchess. Chatty and I had to tape my boobs together for the proper Victorian effect (cleavage brought to you by 3M), and I had this 2 foot high powdered wig that kept falling backwards, but so well worth it. In November I sat in as an extra for the film The Sculptress. It was only 2 days, but I hung out with fun people, got fed, have a story to tell, and made a date with the craft services boy. He was really funny, a real kid at heart. We hung out for 2 months, but I couldn't bring myself to kiss him because when I tried he gave me that brotherly vibe, eeewwww.

The December holiday brought about the first annual Little Orphan Christmas. There were so many young adults we knew who had no family here in the city, but wanted some form of a traditional Christmas day. So we gathered, and bought each other toys, made gourmet food, drank, smoked, and played. A week later I witnessed the turn of the century, a once in a life time event. In January I went to VA to visit my family and it confirmed I had made the right choice in moving far, far, away. My luggage was lost, I was stuck in my mother's mobile home during a blizzard, and I felt out of place.

My favorite thing today: It actually feeling like a real summer day in Fog City.