I would say a life-changing event for me was a benefit for Mia Zapata — to raise awareness about her murder, to hire a detective after the police gave up — in Cyclone Warehouse near The Ramp in San Francisco in spring 1994 organized my members of the Gits, the late great and dearly departed Lisa Fay Beatty of Mudwimin a guy named Rob Roy – – it was my first time seeing stone fox – they rode in on the top of an old converted school bus – their version of Furthr — maybe they called it “For Her” or ‘Fur Her” — I’m alluding to Ken Kesey’s bus a generation before. I’ve never worked in corporate America since then! Only punk and DIY and unemployment and depression. But seriously, civilization as we know it would have ceased without the intervention of dyke rockers in the 1990s, in SF.