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Last night I called Pasha from Mona's field office for the Transgender Project and invited him to meet me on St. Mark's at this bambo-dive sushi restaurant. He met me and we hugged each other hello. The sushi restaurant was actually a place he was quite familiar with from his college days at Columbia. Too much food was order and only half of it ( Read more... )

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I had the apartment to myself last night. The Bunny went home. It was her first visit back to New Bedford since she moved to New York last Fall. I was here, windows open, shades gently blowing in the warm night air enjoying my loneliness. I reclined on the futon sofa in the attic smoking a small bowl by myself with my tired, worked feet ( Read more... )

Last night I went to Snake and Hoda's loft for dinner. We ate stuffed peppers, drank red wine, sangrea, and smoked a little pot. It was okay. I wanted to leave early, meet Pasha in the East Village and maybe catch an inning or two of the Yankee-Redsox game at this cheesy Redsox speak easy brimming with University of Massachusett Alumni proudly ( Read more... )

A few nights ago I saw a special on one of ABC's nightly magazine shows. This show's format was dedicated to 'medical freaks' and the top story was about Body Integrity Identity Disorder. I had already heard of the condition and remember being upset by what I did hear, but I turned the television up loud as I cooked a dinner of eggs and toast. ( Read more... )

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Dear New York City,

it has happened again...

I want to fuck your brains out.

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