SAN FRANCISCO peace & quiet; a world apart... A world so removed froM a lot of things we don't have think about that sometimes we forget others exist... but that doesn't mean we love them any less or in some cases love them at all...save I do love him on the opposite side of the world...My darling little boy...of my own...Golden Gate/San Francisco Bay away from it all... decisions... what shoes to wear? doctor's appt at 11:00am ... discourage employees from bringing Lily flowers to work... terrible allergies... so the new girl, what is she really? a drag queen? she calls herself that when I thought she was...ahhh ... a real girl...? can a woman be a drag queen? or a fag hag? then again, her face... is rather masculine... like another Caitlin/Bruce Jenner... what's up with the long grey squirt and pink lipstick? 3 days in a row? perhaps, she has an entire closet of long grey squirts and a killer view that looks out over the cold engaging bay...well, she didn't know those flowers she put on my desk to surprise me when I finally wandered into work 2 hours late...would make me so sick... I supposed I am attracted to ppl who aren't normal... then again what is norMal? and why should I care when really I don't give a hoot aNd he's always, somewhere...on my mInd... That darling boy in another world that attracts me so...There's a chance I am Him and He is me, and after we die there is really Nothing else ... Not even Marilyn Monroe.