Oh you know, just going on a date to the pet store over the phone with my gay boyfriend. This is about as close as I get to commitment.
Becoming a cold hearted bitch wasn’t really what I planned to do with my life but here I am
Judge all you want, but all (yes, I have to say “all” because there have been multiple) my gay relationships have been so much more functional than my straight relationships. It’s painfully true.
This picture took my breath away. This is the inside of The Roxy on opening night of The Rocky Horror Show. (March 1974)
So far I’ve…
I am now at the library sipping iced coffee and relishing the fact that I am not a college student frantically doing research papers and homework, and can do whatever the fuck I want for the rest of the afternoon. Today will be better. I will not bludgeon myself with guilt. I will relax. I will write. I will keep breathing.
The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?