7It was a cold night in Noe Valley, the quiet neighborhood just south of Castro Village. I could see wisps of fog in the air as I climbed the hill to Bethany Church. The men had already broken up into small groups when I arrived at Gay Rap so I joined a circle of half a dozen men discussing the problems of cruising.
When it was over, it was a relief to stand up and stretch after sitting so long on the hard wooden floor. During the social hour that followed, I looked around at the men who were left to see if there was anyone I might be interested in meeting.
Rolando came right over and introduced himself. He was a large, handsome man with masculine mannerisms and flamboyant clothes that combined to make him appear somewhat androgynous. His vitality and warm personality made him very appea
