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I made it back to the roof of the Monkey Loft on Sunday evening. Much house music, including Adnan Sharif of Palestine, Brazil, and San Francisco, whom I last saw many years ago.
The mood? Festive AF. Some stars & stripes, but I honestly can't remember what it was like two years ago. The weather? Perfect, including sun and a merciful breeze that brought the smell of the harbor that's a few blocks away.
Spotted: another trans woman, all in black wearing Fluevog Grand Nationals. I had to say hi, natch. There were young dykes, one of whom was wearing the same black patent Docs I was; old dykes, i.e. my age; and because house music there were gay boys, duh. A gorgeous younger woman who was apparently part of the crew in red velveteen platform heels that would put me in the hospital.
From the Dept. of Heavy: met a tall, zaftig young lady from Belarus. Her English is perfect, and she said her mom got out just in time. Yeesh!
Much boozes were consumed. That's what happens when I stay at a club night for about six hours. A couple on their way to Kremwerk – a basement that also had a pretty good house night, but I skipped it because I was tired and it's a damn basement during a pandemic – convinced me to jump on a 21. The 21 becomes the 5, so no changing transpo for me! Mm, bus mojo.
But the best part of this? Just being social. That's how I roll.
The mood? Festive AF. Some stars & stripes, but I honestly can't remember what it was like two years ago. The weather? Perfect, including sun and a merciful breeze that brought the smell of the harbor that's a few blocks away.
Spotted: another trans woman, all in black wearing Fluevog Grand Nationals. I had to say hi, natch. There were young dykes, one of whom was wearing the same black patent Docs I was; old dykes, i.e. my age; and because house music there were gay boys, duh. A gorgeous younger woman who was apparently part of the crew in red velveteen platform heels that would put me in the hospital.
From the Dept. of Heavy: met a tall, zaftig young lady from Belarus. Her English is perfect, and she said her mom got out just in time. Yeesh!
Much boozes were consumed. That's what happens when I stay at a club night for about six hours. A couple on their way to Kremwerk – a basement that also had a pretty good house night, but I skipped it because I was tired and it's a damn basement during a pandemic – convinced me to jump on a 21. The 21 becomes the 5, so no changing transpo for me! Mm, bus mojo.
But the best part of this? Just being social. That's how I roll.
