This is on the side of a building in the same block as the Black Cat - a bar (now a restaurant) which has been through a number of incarnations even since I've lived in or around the 'hood; which opened late in 1966, and which became the site of some of the very earliest protests for gay rights - not least after the police, in January 1967, beat up a woman behind the bar, Lee Roy, because they thought that she was a man called Leroy wearing a dress. We're only - what? - 56 years further on, now. We were walking past, post dinner, this evening - I just don't recollect taking in this guy's hairy chest and hairy arms and droopy hairy beer belly before ... he looks like a gay raccoon (the raccoons were out again last night, partying in our construction site).
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