But it was so strange… I couldn’t even believe it as it was happening. It took all of my will power to stop the words from pouring effervescently out of my mouth, to stop them from bubbling up and betraying me.
“I’m losing my mind,” I kept saying over and over.
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I wish I’d had a weapon, or that I’d had longer nails. I wish I’d had a stick or a broken bottle. I wish I’d thought to poke his eyes out. I would have gone to jail, but it would have been worth it.
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I’m old enough to understand where the AIDS stigma came from and young enough that I don’t necessarily see it. As far as I know, AIDS is a character in Rent, and that play is outmoded by twenty years or so. Seriously… don’t let anyone tell you that Alphabet City still looks like it did in that play.
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[...] I stood near the front of the dancing crowd for lack of a place to sit and looked into his eyes. He greeted me silently with a military salute, which (I had forgotten until just then) was my signature greeting back in high school. He blushed when I responded by blowing him a kiss. [...]
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…it annoys me when I buy something like… say… a container of blueberries, use a handful of them in a salad and store the rest in my friend’s fridge in Harlem, and come back the next day or later the same day to an empty or missing container of blueberries.
...read more hereSo… today is my friend in Harlem’s birthday. This of course confirms the suspicions that I’ve heard you all whispering in the peanut gallery: My friend in Harlem is indeed the same person as XmasDolly’s husband. (Click here for sound effect) Actually, it’s been a pretty cool day. Last year was… um… disastrous. Oodles of [...]
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I ate my yogurt while pacing and singing loudly along with John Legend playing on the mall’s intercom system and thinking maybe this was my destination… maybe I’m never going to be home unless I’m somewhere pacing in the dark in Brooklyn…
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Having completely run out of reasons to be prickly, I gave him a hug and addressed him as “superstar” before leaving the club. “Call me next time you want a cupcake,” I said. He won’t, but that’s okay.
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It’s Saturday now and I have not been home yet. I’ve been back and forth between midtown and Harlem wondering in what direction I should be headed, sometimes walking, sometimes on a train (wasting money I don’t have to spare). No, seriously, I think I’m physically sick…
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It was just some days ago that I ran into a street vendor on the south side of Herald Square. He was selling women’s overcoats. Actually, maybe I shouldn’t call him a street vendor… he was more of a hawker. I am almost certain that the coats were stolen. I was with my friend in [...]
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