Remember The Alamo? This is her now... feel old yet?
Other than visiting the historic site of where some Texans fought off a bunch (but were eventually killed by even more) Mexican soldiers, engendering the rally cry “Remember the Alamo!” which was an extremely effective recruitment tool for the Texan army who, don’t you worry, just two months after the battle got “their” land back from those pesky Mexicans, I didn’t get the chance to do much in San Antonio.
The Strip, an area in downtown on N. Main, has a few gay bars, but they’re only really active on weekends. While the bars are located near each other, they aren’t in the gay area of San Antonio, because there isn’t a gay area of San Antonio. As a local queer designer put it, “SA is like the parent who can deal with you being gay but doesn’t want to talk about it.” According to him, you’re unlikely to see as much as a queer couple holding hands outside of the bar scene.
As phoTo Two shows, meth seems to be a popular pastime in town. I’ve never seen as many people advertising either selling or being interested in meth at once (all three of those people were within 4 miles). I can’t help but wonder if a nightlife-centered queer community that doesn’t have a safe place outside of clubs might have something to do with it.
Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right 🌴
Last day in paradise, a very busy week awaits but afterwards I’m ready to pack all my woolen sweaters and head to Scandinavia for an entire month. 😍🙏🏼