The first week of March 2020 was the last “normal” week here in San Francisco and much of the world. It will go down in history as one of those “remember where you were?” moments, like 9/11 or the Kennedy assassination. The Saturday night before the region-wide shelter-in-place orders, my boyfriend Reagan and I stayed up later than usual. My best friend Todd invited us out to dance at The Stud, San Francisco’s oldest and arguably most iconic queer bar.
