writing, cafe, LGBTQ

A friend came by to say "Hello."

Tracy — I walked into “Barista’s” this morning, a coffee shop in Tracy that I essentially lived in for about a year and a half. The seating is kind of tight along the walls, and I had to squeeze past a couple of older, biker-looking men to get to my spot. “Sorry, dude, do you have enough room?” one asked me as he shifted a little bit in his seat. “Ah, it’s fine,” I said, waving my hands. This gesture m...