On to the Fair! First, we stop in on some friends of Bill's in the building across the back court yard and I am treated to something that can only happen in SF. Two men who live and work in an exclusively gay world. They rarely interact with straight people. Life can develop a sensibility not unlike "Paris Is Burning" but without the drag. I drank a margarita, ate peanuts and cookies at 11 AM. I'll call it a five room apartment, smaller than Bill's. Jim, one of the boys, had on display pictures of himself at ages 15 and 16 with dates at school dances. The girls in the pictures were wearing wrist corsages. I engaged him in conversation about girls he had dated and he told me how abstract it was to kiss them. Like being involved in something he had seen so many times and knew so well but also being very remote. Another guy came into the conversation. He said he was sure his old girlfriend was making some man very happy and that she was a successful business analyst in the south somewhere. He had a shaved head, no eyebrows and a lot of eye make-up. He arrived wearing massive sun glasses. For some reason he felt the need to hide the detailed eye-work on the street.