As you walk down the sinister Old mahogany staircase Of a hotel building in Sutter Street, Past the gold rush walkways Into the main street, you can encounter Some modern American identities- Lesbian, homosexual and transsexual.
They have their own newspapers, Their own private communities, Their own ideologies, as they Naturally mingle with each other, Expressing love and making love With the same audacity that You and I did a decade or two ago.
But every identity isn't new. There are women in menorah printed umbrellas Shying away from human aberration, Born again Christians and Evangelicals Who find sacrilege written everywhere; Young Jewish girls hoping it will pass away When they wake up again tomorrow.
My conservative girl friend, A second generation Jewish American, Guides me by the elbow, Chaperons me down the staircase Through the reception area and Out onto the sidewalk, past the teenagers Leaning against the letterbox, kissing.
When I ask her what they are doing She hesitates and says "What men and women usually do!" Bemused, when I ask her again What she means by the phrase "What mean and women usually do!" She blushes pink with embarrassment.
