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  • This bar, Twin Peaks, was the first gay bar in San Francisco to ever have transparent glass that allowed one to peek at the patrons. Before, gay bars were sinister affairs, lurking in alleys, basements, boarded up, behind dark sunglasses, shrouded, with the taint of sin and shame, like those illegal speakeasies from the 1920s.

    But this bar proclaimed itself on a busy street corner, unabashedly, facing the world, the bright sunlight, without flinching. It proclaimed for the first time in the city by the bay: I have nothing to hide. I am not afraid of your gaze. Your judgments. Look. I am just like you.

    Many years ago, I was in love with a bartender who worked at this bar. He was addicted to methamphetamines. I tried to rescue him, save him from drowning. Not realizing that I was in danger of sinking myself. Flailing.

    He still owes me $3000 and my laptop. But that is another story.
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