Jeff,
I am sorry you lost him. You two must have been living in the same area of the Bay or close to Scott and me back in the early '80's.
We were monogamous and married (handfasted in a Celtic ceremony); neither of us had any taste for the scene (he was an ex-smoker and no-one is more hysterical about 2nd hand smoke) and I don't smoke or drink.
But those were just wonderful days and wonderful times - I often think back to California in those days.
When RR came into office, people in the US government like me were told to pack our bags. My boss protested...our division lost over 40% of the staff...but it was to no avail. Weird, to this day you hear the military bitching about not having translators and intelligence (I was neither. Well, nobody here would associate me with intelligence anyway.)
After Scott's death, I left San Francisco. In retrospect, it was a very good thing to do. The deaths of friends here went on for nearly 15 years, it was horrible. I can't imagine what it must have been like there. You'd think people would notice how very many gay men took care of their dying lovers and friends, but one seldom hears of their heroism. If ever proof were needed that our relationships are real and genuine...that was it.
I am sorry you lost him. You two must have been living in the same area of the Bay or close to Scott and me back in the early '80's.
We were monogamous and married (handfasted in a Celtic ceremony); neither of us had any taste for the scene (he was an ex-smoker and no-one is more hysterical about 2nd hand smoke) and I don't smoke or drink.
But those were just wonderful days and wonderful times - I often think back to California in those days.
When RR came into office, people in the US government like me were told to pack our bags. My boss protested...our division lost over 40% of the staff...but it was to no avail. Weird, to this day you hear the military bitching about not having translators and intelligence (I was neither. Well, nobody here would associate me with intelligence anyway.)
After Scott's death, I left San Francisco. In retrospect, it was a very good thing to do. The deaths of friends here went on for nearly 15 years, it was horrible. I can't imagine what it must have been like there. You'd think people would notice how very many gay men took care of their dying lovers and friends, but one seldom hears of their heroism. If ever proof were needed that our relationships are real and genuine...that was it.