||[Jul. 6th, 2007|07:49 pm]
Sadly I'm back from San Francisco. Got back on Monday but the jet-lag wiped me out a bit for a couple of days. It's really weird, its like a wave of such intense tiredness you can hardly sit up. Well, it was for me anyway.
San Francisco was fantastic. It's such a beautiful city, the people were friendly, the men were awesome... Gay Pride was fun, vast numbers of gayfolk just having a great time together, it did feel quite emotional at times but also invigorating and empowering. I've walked miles and miles and been a total tourist, I've walked across the Golden Gate Bridge and took a cable car... Sometimes I had to stop for a minute and silently remind myself where I was ("You're walking across the Golden Gate Bridge. Remember this, you might never do it again.") The Castro is incredible, it's like a big gay bubble in the world, with handsome men who'll chat you up while crossing the road, and the rainbow flag flies high above it all. I've never been anywhere like it.
I think the only downside (and unfortunately it's quite a big one) was the number of homeless people begging on the streets, wandering around talking to themselves, laying drunk in the middle of the footpath. They shamble and weave about like the living dead. The only thing to do is to try to ignore them, but its hard sometimes. There is obviously a lot of mental health problems among these people, as well as alcohol and drug abuse. I found it very hard to understand how such a big city with such a lot of wealth could just ignore this problem.
Beyond that San Francisco was a real joy. I was only there for two weeks but it's easy to start fantasising about what life would be like there. I've now been to San Francisco and New York, very different but both amazing and unforgettable. I love going to America. You can keep Europe, if I spend the rest of my days visiting America as often as I can I'll be happy.
So back in England. Flew into Manchester and it was grey and raining. Soon heard the bad news about the major flooding that has occurred in my home city of Hull (thankfully my house was undamaged). The only good thing was seeing my cat again. Magic apparently settled into the cattery really well but she was happy to be home, walked around complaining for a bit then she was fine. She's been very loved up since she got back, follows me around everywhere. And now I'm back to work too, it's as if I'd never been away...
And thanks to bullchef for tagging me with his 7 random things. Nothing too startling I'm afraid but here goes:
1. Children make my skin crawl. Sorry but it's true, really can't cope with them at all. Prefer cats. Especially mine...
2. I'm 45 this year!
3. I've never had sex with a woman. And don't plan on changing that anytime soon.
4. I don't own an ipod, and probably will never own an iphone either. That's ok. I'll live...
5. I've been single for 6 years - and its OK.
6. I'm very close to deciding I could live in America.
7. My current favourite quote: "Normal is a cycle on a washing machine." - Emmylou Harris.
(I know I was supposed to tag 7 others, but they've probably all done it by now...)