San Francisco Sentinel May 31, 1990 Street Talk A Quiet, Dressy Evening By Doris Fish I pride myself on being very sophisticated and broad minded, but even I saw some things that surprised me last week. The host Mr. Bob Davis, a big handsome straight musician, greeted his guests in a purple…
San Francisco Sentinel June 14, 1990 Street Talk Birthday Boy By Doris Fish Before I regale you with “The Phil Ford Party Saga”, I must clear up slight blurring of the facts from a few weeks ago. It seems I suggested that my good, good friend Miss X was a lush! Not in…
San Francisco Sentinel Street Talk June 21, 1990 Oh No, Not Another Gay Day! By Doris Fish My, how time flies! Has it really been a year? I’ve had twelve months to get ready, and I still don’t have a thing to wear! “What are you wearing luvvie?” I asked Miss X. …
San Francisco Sentinel June 28, 1990 Street Talk Our Little Brothers and Sisters By Doris Fish I had difficulty feeling like part of an oppressed minority last week. If only for a few days, we were on top of the heap. We’ve been abused for centuries, we’ve been the faggots on the bottom…
San Francisco Sentinel July 12, 1990 Street Talk Hideous Old Queen By Doris Fish For once I don’t mean Miss X; I’m referring to the Queen I see in the mirror. Yes, I admit it, I’m no spring chicken. It doesn’t seem that long ago. I was carelessly calling anyone who…
San Francisco Sentinel July 19, 1990 Street Talk A Letter from Paris By Doris Fish “Dear Possum, “I would write more often but nothing happens. I thought Princess Di would be plaguing me with phone calls and invitations for ‘at-homes’ with Elton John at the piano, but no; the Palace is probably…
San Francisco Sentinel July 26, 1990 Street Talk Miss Sushi Takes a Walk By Doris Fish “A day without a lesbian is a day without sunshine,” was a piece of graffito I used to see each day scratched into the sidewalk near the Castro. Well, I had a lovely sunny weekend. Saturday…
San Francisco Sentinel Street Talk August 16, 1990 Bad Thoughts, Kind Words By Doris Fish Lypsinka, Lypsinka, Lypsinka! It’s all I’ve heard for the last two weeks. I just returned from a week’s retreat in the Sequoias and my answering machine is full of the bitch. All lovely kind words for the fabulous…
San Francisco Sentinel August 23, 1990 Street Talk Behind the Scenes By Doris Fish You have no idea how dull my life can get. At my age it’s often a delight to be bored and not to move for hours at a time, but it does bring back memories of busier days. …
San Francisco Sentinel Street Talk August 30, 1990 Wicked, Wicked Friends By Doris Fish Is your favorite friend the worst person you know? Until his death nobody was wickeder than Tommy Pace. But he was so beloved that his naughty antics were tolerated even by the victims. One tale I heard was…