Here in the Bay Area, we’ve already been in mourning since the news of the Ghost Ship fire solidified the notion that the very people that once made this city magical are becoming extinct. Thirty-six queers, artists, punks, anarchists, and leaders were tragically wrenched from our community on the second day of December, leaving a gaping hole in this already tenuous landscape of sky-high rental markets and below-code communal housing. Everyone I know lost someone.
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