“The first time I went to SF I saw a man walking on Pier 39 with his arm around a woman’s waist and his other hand holding a man’s hand.”
The last time I was in SF (late Feb.), I saw a old man riding a bike down the Embarcadero with nothing on— except for a ring in a very private part.
Where I live, law enforcement would be called. There....meh....
In that same trip to SF in 1979, I went a diner for breakfast. My friend and I got a booth and just after we ordered I noticed a strange person sitting at the counter. I had face view of him. He was wearing a flowered dress and old grandma earrings. He had badly applied makeup on. He had an Adam’s apple. His hair was short and gray. He ate his breakfast carefully and did not look at anyone. Watching him I was truly overcome with sadness. He was so messed up and confused and I wanted to put my arm around him.