It's Pride weekend. We met last year during Pride, at Dolores. I was standing in a planter box off the sidewalk (there were too many people) smoking a cigarette. I don't smoke anymore, but at the time I always made sure to greet a man with a cigarette in tow. All part of my image. I noticed immediately that he was wearing a backpack.
Who wears a backpack?? I had no idea what to expect. We found a spot on the grass and every so often he would pass me the bottle of gin. He was maybe one of the most beautiful people I'd ever seen in my life; I came to know later that he is also one of the kindest.