At some film festivals, people talk to you only because they want to steal the seat next to you or think you might be able to get them into the afterparty. Frameline35 is different. Opening night of the San Francisco International LGBT Film Festival was buzzing with friends, albeit mostly gay men, who welcomed each other excitedly, with the same kind of joyful hugs and smiles you'd give to your sister after a long flight home for the holidays.
It felt like more than a film festival. It felt like a homecoming.