• Dr. Teresa Van Woy

San Francisco

I knew how to be tough when I needed to be, and also how to be nice. I was alert

and aware of everything – every bum lurking in the doorway, every dark alley,

all the drunks and the crazies. Even the creepy men who got off by exposing

themselves to me, I was aware, even if I didn’t look. And the man who offered

me five dollars to suck his thing, yeah, even with that sicko, I still felt safe in

San Francisco. Safer than in the apartment, at least.



©2018 by Proudly created with