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Painting My Toes, Watching RuPaul at the Gay Bar, I Get a Nagging Feeling
Sometimes it’s fleeting, but it’s almost always there.
I have been thinking more about safety these days than I have in a long time. We live in a relatively politically safe area just northeast of downtown Los Angeles, and aside from some teens occasionally being awful because they don’t like our Pride flag, I feel relatively safe as a gay man.
I know I’m lucky and privileged. Not all of our LGBTQ+ siblings, even in the LA area, enjoy the same level of safety. Just this week I’ve seen news stories of a transgender woman in LA who was attacked by a group of men, or as I like to call them, cowards. They had harassed her before. Fortunately, there is a video of the most recent attack, and one of the cowards has already been arrested.
My husband and I don’t really go out to clubs that much. We have probably been out to a gay bar less than a dozen times. Being in recovery is part of the reason, and also being one who goes to bed early means not staying out late.
This changed when politicians started attacking drag queens.
We both felt the least we could do was support local drag queens, so we went to a drag show. Then a girlfriend of ours turned us on to…
