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 For more years that he can count he has played the role of Mrs. Doubtfire at a local theater near Market St. in San Francisco.   Five nights a week he would be on stage and then the other two nights would be spent at his apartment a few miles from the theater wallowing in self pity, loneliness and Stouffer meals.   Between the ever growing homeless situation in the city, the high cost of rent which seems to increase every year, the random violence, and the insane wildfires breaking out all over the city and  surrounding mountains he is considering moving to the desert.   The theater has closed down during Covid and although he still loves to cross dress and go out at night, he can't even afford a car anymore.  He has taken to using public transportation and isn't even sure how he would move and what it would cost to relocate.  He feels trapped but recently there is a small almost silent voice in his head telling him to trust   and he asks himself ...trust what? At once a feeli...

Mary a beautiful study by boffin Cameron When I finish a day shift it is now very dark when I get home. It was today and will be tomorrow Albert is always sat on the kitchen wall waiting for me rather impatiently and gets down after a face to face rub to follow me to Trendy Carol’s to Collect the girls. He never walks through her gate, for he knows he would be attacked by Carol’s fox terrier if he ever did so, so he stands and waits for the reunion he so clearly loves and craves for with tail swishing and eyes glowing. The bulldogs bounce out of the conservatory like baby hippos and we all have to wait with everyone tap dancing In excitement for Mary who is usually secreted away on Carol’s knee for her daily love in . Then the five of us walk home, with Winnie in the lead and with Albert trying manfully to rub heads with each of the dogs that don’t quite understand the greeting. All they want is dinner All he wants is for his pals to be together. Half an hour later all four are crammed...