Occasionally I get homesick when I travel. I mean, I’m such a creature of habit that when my routine is disrupted for any length of time, I crave regaining that comforting stability of my hum-drum life.
San Francisco has proven to be a very lonesome town for me.
Visiting places by myself, I normally chock my schedule with so much sight seeing and activity, I don’t have much time to dwell on my alone status. But here in SF, it was like it was always in my face.
So many gays everywhere was a constant visual reminder. They were out with friends or boyfriends and laughing and eating and walking together…
“And I’m with by myself.”
I climbed up Twin Peaks yesterday; the view was indeed worth it. But even there I saw this:
And this is me:
It’s time for me to come home.
Mangina Monologues 
But cb, you get to do exactly what you want, and on your time schedule. I hope you still had a great time.
No ‘ho’ action?
And seriously, be gentle with yourself.
BTDT with solo travel. and you probably miss phoebe too. it’s OK to cut it short and head home.
Why were you alone in Gay Mecca? You should have chatted up a man or 10 in a bar!
SF is a high $ destination for a pity party. I remember feeling somewhat the same on my vacation there and other places but it was packed from morning till night sightseeing so I was too tired by evening to ponder my aloneness. It’s obvious that you haven’t been flashing that smile of yours. Remember traveling alone has MANY advantages. I think you just miss your pussy.
It wasn’t always like that. Even after I moved away I still visited at least once every three months. UNTIL around 2008, my last friend died and it’s really hard to make new friends. The City is not what it used to be. The gay community is not at all as cohesive as it once was there. (The straights moved in and ruined all the good gay neighborhoods.)
If you still have time, visit the LAST CALL bar on 18th Street. I think they still make out-of-towners feel at home.
You should have gone with a group of bloggers. Then separated for a bit when you needed to discretely get your freak on.