whoosh. it all came together pretty rapidly. rapido, as they say. soul searching, apartment searching, roommate searching. here i am. another flippidy flop for mr. short-attention-span. well… now i’m in the thick of it all — after living in the “big city” for over a year, it’s just now, after living -here- for a week, that i’m beginning to feel a part of it. it’s like new york city boy, honestly. what was i looking for? not quite sure, but i’m pretty confident that i’ve found it. as always, just for the time being.

i joke and say that the castro will corrupt me … talk about a self-fulfilling prophecy. fufillment… hmm…. that would be great. the castro is most certainly not a final destination of any sort (not that any one place is!), but i think that the time is right for us to conquer each other.

i remember my first stroll down castro street — remarking, “wow! a gay bookstore”, and then “wow! a gay bar”, and then “wow! a gay hardware store”, and so on and so on. i also remember how i shoulda coulda woulda lived here, had i just spoken up to rueben, the bloke who my company hired to help me find a place… and to think, what could’ve been. turns out the boy is a dj at the endup, a big gay club in san francisco. doh. oh well.

the grass is always greener, and, so far, this pasture is a-bumpin’. the neighborhood is leaps and bounds more interesting than my last abode… i actually do enjoy walking buy leather bars at 9:00 in the morning, to see guys in chaps listening to the latest dance hits. i love making eye contact with about 27 people on my way to work, and about 89 people on the way home from work, every day. rather than being the only fish in a stagnant pond, i’m now a tiny fish in a huge, seething, swarming ocean ä … what else can a bloke ask for?