My mother’s father escaped with my mother and grandmother from Cuba in the 60s on a small raft to Florida. They moved to Michigan to find work in the auto industry but soon my grandmother grew sad and lonely from the cold weather. They heard of a “democratic” Cuba and when my mother was still quite young they moved to Puerto Rico and made their home there. My father’s family has been in Puerto Rico for many generations. I moved Stateside to go to college and have lived in ten different cities in the States. I have found my forever home in San Francisco, California. And that is the story of a lesbian Cuban Puerto Rican that landed in San Francisco.