Singing out into the small jazz club. A little pocket of joy for a few hours in a dark world

The final twirls under the limelight of an oasis nestled amongst the “innovators” at the cutting-edge of society’s descent into techno fascism. There’s certainly beauty in the darkness, but damn it would be nice if the scales were tipped the other way

Sometimes, you get to enjoy some lovely art installations while taking a break from setting up dungeons

Life, a blur of beautiful moments that the camera can’t always keep up with. A Leather Man recently told me that it is so important to capture our history even if it is imperfect and fractured. I hope that when the darkest days pass and hope returns, traces of our lives can still be found

SF has plenty of issues but the queers are still here, tearing down the streets, looming in the fog, and flying high in the sun. May this pocket, this blue dot, continue to ever do a better job of welcoming in those who come here seeking community and supporting those here already

A wedding, a week before the club announced it was closing. The start of a new chapter and the end of another. Beautiful queers filling both, but I hope that the chapters ahead don’t regularly end in the loss of our spaces, stories, and lives

A little respite from the falling empire. Good drinks, good music, good friends. Memories now, but ones I’m glad to have lived

Still feeling the world turn, capturing the light where I can so that I can look back and remember the warmth someday when things are darker.

Organic abstractions cast about by tides behind the glass. Just like each of us watching the people and places we love pushed along by the churning of the world through our own little glass screens

Mexico City, one week after the second inauguration. A moment of joy and celebration. The tension of what so many felt was coming in the weeks ahead, palpable and as strong as the tequila we all sipped on while smiling for the moment

I don’t think I’ll ever understand what half these tech companies are selling

Remembering old journeys to sacred places. The world could not be ignored, but it was quieter for a few moments

Going out, touching the sea while it is there and still relatively clean and safe. Hearing the power of the earth churning away in spite of us

Bopping around SF, remembering to breath fresh air while I can and enjoy the sun while the skies are still clear

Was never on Twitter so don’t really know what to post, maybe it’ll just be a mix of quotes I heard and photos I took