(Mostly not about language.)
When the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco (a race/walk from the Embarcadero to Ocean Beach, with lots and lots of costumes) came by a few months ago, I meant to post a photo of my man Jacques and me finishing the race in 1991 — an occasion that was both delightful and scary — but technical problems stood in the way. Now here’s the photo, and after it a bit of the story.
I’m #39497, the shorter, bearded one; J is #39262. (Lots of male friends have asked, hopefully, about the guy between us, but he was just an accident of the race lineup.)



