Jennifer, Harmon; Harmon, Jennifer: Who the hell do you think you are? You're supposedly the "Infiltrator" ["I Was an Abortion Protestor!," Nov. 10, by Harmon Leon], but you are just adding to the ignorance in the world. Are you a secret Bush supporter, or your girl had an abortion and you cannot deal? You made a fool of yourself and good luck. You insensitive jerk.
We hereby agree to stop making Bay Guardian/cow manure comparisons during the month of October: I quite admired your inspiring and spirited defense of your editorial policies in the recent issue of SF Weekly ["Of Asterisks and Small Pols," Mecklin, Oct. 27], which I read regularly. I did have a twinge of unease, though, when I reflected that it's possible for anger to injure ourselves as well as others, if it gets out of hand.
Please don't hurt yourself, OK? I'd like to be able to look forward to reading more of your columns!
Rev. M.D. Lahey
Via the Internet
P.S. I really do mean the above paragraph to be read completely without irony or sarcasm!
Editor's note: Your letter and concern are taken at face value and appreciated.
Where you can yell "fucking cops" at cops and not get arrested: While I have been going to the Castro for the festivities for some time now, I did notice the reduction of public drunkenness everywhere I looked ["Controlling Castro," The Apologist, Nov. 3]. I guess it is a good thing, considering the problems we've had in the past. There were more straight folks this time around, and it seems like something that was strictly San Francisco is no more. Yeah, I guess it is good for the community to be gathered in one place, but the luster it had back then is slowly dying.
Oh, and one more thing. On the way home from the Castro, we saw Heather Fong, S.F. police chief, along with a couple of other officers walking towards the main plaza where the main gathering was taking place. A friend of mine, who was drunk to the dome, yelled out, "What the hell are you guys supposed to be? Fucking cops? You guys don't even look like one!"
I hurriedly snatched him and told him who she was. I remember seeing her smile when he yelled out. Just glad we did not get arrested that night.
South San Francisco
Weighty protest: I am writing to express the great sadness I felt as I finished the article on the beautiful Isa Isaacs ["Poi Oh Poi," Nov. 3]. I recently saw Isa perform at "Decompression" (a post-Burning Man event). I was struck by her grace, talent, and fluid movement. I am also a dancer, artist, and woman who has struggled with not being naturally thin. Sometimes I'm thinner than others, but never skinny (even during the anorexia years). When I saw her dance with that fiery hula hoop I found her to be mesmerizing and powerful! I remember thinking that she was another Revolutionary for Roundness in a thin-obsessed world.
Apparently I was wrong, and while she does not owe it to me to be OK with her physical form ... it makes me very sad. The last line of the article, "And my story will be even more compelling when I'm thinner," keeps ringing through my ears. What makes thin so fucking compelling?
I feel sad for Isa, and I feel sad for the millions of women who are healthy and strong but do not recognize their worth. I feel sad that though halfway through the article I was jumping to pick up the phone and call this woman and ask where to sign up for a class, now I feel uninspired to study with yet another Barbie wannabe. I've had too many of these types of teachers in my life.
I will however be looking for a poi teacher, so I guess the article did reignite my desire to dance with fire. May we dance through the sadness and rise like the phoenix to a place of self-love and acceptance.
Heavy praise: Loved the article regarding Glitter Girl and fire spinning. Great descriptions of the spinning and an even better description of Glitter Girl's drive, vision, vulnerability, and humanity.
Robin Mingle aka Affinity
A photo on Page 17 of our cover story for Nov. 3, "Poi Oh Poi," depicted a performer who was misidentified; the performer is Bridget Harrison. The same story said the flow and fire arts school known as Temple of Poi opened in 2004 when, actually, it opened in 2002. SF Weekly regrets the errors, the first of which was caused by an editor.