ABSTRACT
The Pacific represented a total freedom of the imagination, the last shore where the West could still afford to dream itself beautiful and fair, the grassroots, hippie America whose wonder had captured my mind as a teenager, and from which ivory-tower prisons supposedly kept one away. At the Pride festival she walked up to a booth that said bisexuality. San Diego was a border city, its biculturalism self-evident in the way Mexican and WASP cultures cohabitated. She became more immersed in her bisexual life. At the bi community parties, she was learning to enjoy amenities such as private pools and hot tubs. Soaking and skinny-dipping in good company were wonderful ways to socialize, and there were three houses fully equipped for the task. The kidney-shaped pool had a nice view of the city lights. The hot tub was under a white wooden canopy.
