Random Notes from San Francisco # 1
June 25, 2008
Random notes from San Francisco:
One thing I won’t miss about Florida is the threat from hurricanes. However, the move to SF just presents a new set of risks. To wit, earthquakes, and wildfires. Now that I think about it, I think I prefer the occasional hurricane.
My sleep schedule is fucked up, what with us being three hours behind where I am used to being. I keep waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning. That sucks. Now that Nikki is gone, my sleep schedule is really FUBAR.
The street outside my apartment is busy. Very busy (read: noisy). And I live somewhere near a fire station. I love fire trucks, though. I always have. I wonder to myself if I will get tired of the sirens going by. Fortunately, I live on the back side of the building, so it’s not as bad as it could be, but it sure isn’t the quiet little street I lived on in Fort Lauderdale.
We did laundry this weekend at the laundry room in the apartment building. A few of my neighbors passed through, and most of them seem pretty cool. So far, no one skeeves me out or screams “psycho” at me.
The bad thing about living in a downtown area is the lack of (free) parking when you go shopping. Fortunately, I’ve found a decent grocery store about a mile from the apartment, and there is Westfield Mall, which is a HUGE shopping center within walking distance of me. This is where SFSU has many of its graduate programs, including the human sexuality courses I’ll be taking this fall (and is why I got my apartment where I did). Bloomingdales and Norstrom also have stores there. Guess where someone will be buying new clothes? They have a theater, a gourmet grocery store and, importantly for me, a Victoria’s Secret and a Fredericks of Hollywood. 
Oh, and shit blows up downtown from time to time. 
We did have a little bit of fun before Nikki left. We went to Cockblock Saturday night. Oh. My. Fucking. Gosh. We’ve been to dance clubs before. Frequently, in fact, in the Miami area. But this was our first time going to a lesbian dance club. And, just…wow! You know, I’ve written in the past about the differences in sexual interaction that take place between and man and a woman and between two women, and nothing could be more demonstrative than what I experienced at Cockblock. There is this power differential that exists between men and women, and when women are hanging out with men, we are always on the lookout for…stuff. You know what I mean. 
When you’re in a group of women, though, it is totally different. Everyone is a co-equal, by and large. There is this incredible sexual energy that exists in these groups, and that energy is allowed to be expressed without reservation here – you can feel it, you can smell it, you can even taste it. In mixed company, that power disparity is not only painfully obvious, it inhibits everyone, on both. I hate that about the sexual dichotomy we have in our culture today, but I don’t know that we’re going to be able to do anything about that in the near term.
Anyway, we danced to the wee hours of the morning. I lost count of how many women I danced with, and how many I made out with while grinding and bumping on the dance floor. I know it reached 10, and it kept going after that for a couple of hours. I don’t recall ever being in any place before where I wanted to go home with the majority of the people there!
And every time I saw Nikki dancing with or kissing another woman, I just got so turned on, so it kind of fueled itself. We made it back to the hotel room and had some incredible sex. I couldn’t go to sleep until around Noon Sunday. Was that local time or home time? I don’t even know. I have two clocks, once set to local time and one set to Eastern Time so I’ll know what time it is at home. I hope I don’t accidentally head to class or an appointment on the wrong time. 
Anyway, I hope to get out and explore some this coming weekend. I’ve asked Kelsey to show me around and she has yet to confirm. I need to go down and flirt with see her.
Gay Pride Month starts here tomorrow, and involves several days of interesting events. One of the things I looked forward to most about coming here was the openness of the LBGTQ community, and I don’t think you could get more into it than participating in some of the events going on as a part of that. There’s a “Dyke March” on the 28th, that I’d like to go to in Dolores Park, but I detest the word “dyke” even if it has been embraced by the lesbian community here.
This “Random Notes” thing is liable to become a regular or semi-regular thing with me. Hope you guys don’t mind me just rambling about life here. 
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Some time in the early evening, go to the coffeeshop at that Nordstroms and get a seat by one of the northfacing windows. A great view of Union Square and the cable cars, esp. at night, all for just the price of a coffee.
I love that view…
That does sound like a good idea.
The Gay Pride Parade in Vancouver is amazing!
It sounds like you’re getting comfy in S.F.! Good for you!
Good lucky with Kelsey too!
San Fran is gorgeous.
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But this was our first time going to a lesbian dance club. And, just…wow! You know, I’ve written in the past about the differences in sexual interaction that take place between and man and a woman and between two women, and nothing could be more demonstrative than what I experienced at Cockblock.
lmao! Yes, you know why I’m laughing…
Quite… fluid, no?
xoxo,
nina