I left in 1993, I think, but Honey Lee stayed on in our apartment until she was evicted by flippers. I’ll never forget them for taking her home away after 30+ years. She never found another place in the City, and died without another permanent home just a few years later. What a loss.
So many old friends there. I was especially close to Kris Kovick, and Spain Rodriguez, also both passed. Jackie Mackie. Sally Gearhart, who lived next door to the L’s. What a place. Worth looking at the Wikipedia history page, I posted above.
I've fallen for so many similar butches. Also all the way through I needed to know more, and still do. Which is just how those stoic butches make me feel!
What a beautiful story. I love it when you share things like this. Echoes of my own past, only I don’t think I could remember well enough to share the stories accurately.
Absolutely. I mean, it was just sitting there, ready to drive away, right? LOL
I’d forgotten about this, but here’s some more memories of Bernal: https://bernalwood.com/2011/09/29/susie-bright-remembers-a-life-on-bessie-street/
I left in 1993, I think, but Honey Lee stayed on in our apartment until she was evicted by flippers. I’ll never forget them for taking her home away after 30+ years. She never found another place in the City, and died without another permanent home just a few years later. What a loss.
So many old friends there. I was especially close to Kris Kovick, and Spain Rodriguez, also both passed. Jackie Mackie. Sally Gearhart, who lived next door to the L’s. What a place. Worth looking at the Wikipedia history page, I posted above.
I love this so much.
You are my compass! What is it that gets to you, if I might ask?
I've fallen for so many similar butches. Also all the way through I needed to know more, and still do. Which is just how those stoic butches make me feel!
“Our informal support group” ;-)
Honestly I had to stop with the angry butches, it wasn't a healthy addiction for me. 😭
What a beautiful story. I love it when you share things like this. Echoes of my own past, only I don’t think I could remember well enough to share the stories accurately.