Kempton
Saturday August 22nd 2015, 10:51 pm
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Twenty years since an under-aged me had the perfect studio apartment in Oakland. Hardwood floors, high ceilings, claw foot tub, Murphy table, deep double sink, hexagonal bathroom tile, improbably large closet. And now I find myself in a very similar place, perhaps a mile away, but for a hundred plus bucks a night via AirBnB, as the small snoozes in a travel cot that fits in one of the large closets. Following the drag-tastic wedding of the most emphatically Bay Area scene it’s possible to imagine. Nominative determinism commune-raised half-sister-featuring lesbian marries drag king /q in an all-singing all-dancing wedding with a drag troupe for comic relief and a baby-watching nap space minded by volunteers.

Oakland is different. I imagine the $450 I paid for that flat pales – maybe 2k now? I don’t regret taking that glorious/ugly eight foot couch from the lobby with the Scientology fliers, though. And it’s nice to visit. Including a kick-ass pizza from the workers collective bakery named after the basque Marxist. Busy joint. And a farmers market with organic vegan Himalayan food. But it’s not going to work at the moment, which is a profound shame. I still love it here. If I could, I would. But it’s complicated.


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