Wherever they are, god bless 'em, and may they find their people. But then I remember that those 21-year-old lesbians can’t afford to move to San Francisco anyway (median rent for a one-bedroom in the Mission is currently around $3,400). It makes me sad to think the next generation of just-moved-to-the-Mission baby dykes with their fresh tattoos and healthy livers won’t have a place like this to call home. My memories of the iconic San Francisco lesbian bar the Lexington Club exist as little fragments: getting called on during a dating game (terrifying!), being gently scolded by owner Lila Thirkield for having an open container outside during Halloween (embarrassing!), getting fucked in the bathroom after my band played down the street at Amnesia (disgusting!), meeting an ex “to talk” but instead picking up some random cisgender dude (it happens).
