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  • Last night. There was still blood on the pavement.

    A man had been stabbed. A robbery. I was walking to the grocery store, for eggs, milk, tomorrow’s breakfast.

    When I heard the sirens. Then the whirling lights. The police cars.

    The incident made me recall that time I was attacked. In this same neighborhood.

    One day. I was wobbling in my high heel platform shoes. Wearing a dress. It was near Halloween.

    I was auditioning my drag costume. I could see them. A group of boys.

    From the local high school. My intuition told me to cross the street. But I was deaf and in a hurry. I walked briskly. And then I heard.

    The sound of glass. Beer bottles. Smashing. Breaking behind my back.

    I ran home. Barefoot.

    In the haven of my room. I felt a loathsome anger. Like a coal
    burning inside. I had escaped. No bruises. Unharmed.

    But some do not. Like that boy whom they lured from a bar. They tied him to a fence. They whipped him with a pistol. Fracturing his skull. They left him dying in the winter of Wyoming. In the mountains. To them. He was just.
    Another faggot.

    Like my friend who had his nose broken. In the locker room. At a posh boarding school in New England. A school for children of Presidents. Senators. Saudi Royalty. Moguls. The reason was the same. To them. He was just. Another faggot.

    Another friend. A drag queen. Told me this story.

    Back then. There was once a group of Neo-Nazis. They lived near a park where gay men cruised. They would ambush the gay men in the woods. Beat them bloody. Laughing. Breaking ribs. It was a hobby. A hunting sport for them.

    Until one day. They gay men decided enough was enough. They sent my friend as a decoy. He waited in the woods. Alone. At night. He wore all white. A flashy sequin dress.

    When the Neo-Nazis saw him. They took the bait. They chased him. He ran. Around the corner. A mob of gay men surrounded the Neo-Nazis.

    The wolves whimpered like puppies. Bloody and broken they retreated to their lair.

    Never to be seen again.

    (photograph of public mural near gough and hayes in SF)
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