Monday, August 23, 2004


the east village was filled with art in the pouring rain. the howl festival set up at tompkins square park. they hung canvases all around it and invited people to paint what they would.


cire and i huddled under my umbrella, surrounded by gay men in flambouyant costumes and wigs. it was wigstock. tranny divas told jokes on stage and a band sang an operatic cover of shakespeare.

i ditched boy george and met jonah, who is cute and asian. he is smaller than me and has shy curious mannerisms. we drank tea and watched a foreign movie. then he ate, which is a story in itself.

m ditched me to mope, as he will. sad boy.


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