waiting for my gf to come home so i can tell her about something inconsequential that happened in 1987

the reality is that i am not becoming a historian, i am becoming a professional gossip

an older dyke pulled us aside on the walking trail yesterday to comment on jeanne's shirt, from the stud bar in SF. she said that in SF women weren't allowed into a lot of the bars until the AIDS crisis hit and they had become caretakers in such large numbers that the men only policies softened

searched to see if a band called gastrointestinal distress exists & found something beyond belief:

gayle rubin riffing on carole vance: “just because you take your ten favorite late 20th ct french writers, add data, & stir does not make something theory”

putting in long hours at the garfield ass tattoo archive has finally paid off

words to live by

looking at remnants of the "free fantasy line" in the AIDS history project papers. one perv's mass mailings of his nude photos to gay men during aids crisis w/ a hotline # (presumably his home phone). "jerk off to me instead"--wowed by one man putting his narcissism to work!

every pornographer's archive reeks of cigarettes. my hands smell like the smoking section of a denny's in 1997. how does bluesky take to dicks i wonder. been here so long when i close my eyes i see them floating. cheesy porn genius pat rocco took these

"During an interview with The Lavender Effect, Bottini said she fell 'in love with every gym teacher I ever had in my life.'"

11/21 party notes: a stranger, mid-conversation: "i think that's my ex therapist." minutes later, another woman gesturing to the corner. "ugh, my therapist is here." bullied by a disco historian minutes later.

from go magazine lol

i always thought by this point i'd have joined the nineteenth iteration of a one-hit-wonder band and be solid gold on the county fair circuit, nursing minor fandom w/ funnel cakes. it's hard to sit with the could-haves and should-haves. anyway, i blame my wandering womb

need a ratemyadmin.com for both self-flagellation & to see the virtual watercooler vent for mandy in finance

dumping a couple hundred werthers originals in the corner of my apartment & having the trick or treaters sample from it like a felix gonzales-torres

being considered as an act for olivia cruises summer 2027 chant 2 gaia for me tonight

truly out here living conflict is not abuse sos

release the lilith fair tapes

sweet honey in the rock live at the democracy now firehouse studios is my woodstock 99

the toll becoming a Herstorian is having on my unconscious...

dreamt patrick califia had a talk show where WNBA players discussed their sexuality & first ep was jewell loyd talking about polyamory. she said it was expensive to have a lot of girlfriends.

kansas city international drop off has a one kiss limit, ohare airport u can get a about 2 minutes of frenching in, but jfk baby u can make out for 45 minutes before security bats an eye

card carrying member

look i've got some line edits for those bronner boys i've been workshopping for 6, 7 years now. real good stuff. drop me a line if you know what's good for you

dreamt i was back in high school gym class & they took us all out to the corn pool to shuck corn. the corn pool--a gigantic fountain capable of becoming boiling hot for public corn cooks. "oh god," we all complained, backs heavy under the weight of large burlap sacks of corn.

btw dreamt i was watching an 80s movie where meryl streep raised money for an orphanage's rent ($800) by throwing a diy (post-)punk/noise show. the movie was called silence.

at the archive looking at 28 cubic feet of pornography while the woman in front of me reads a oversized book in middle english very slowly like she's milking a cow. we all know who the real pervert is

they didn't warn us about the PCD (post-conclave depression)... blasting "wild horses," clutching an empty glass of water, looking back at my hope like the cruel mirage it was. might change couches just to feel something.

as a writer, my greatest ambition is to write something that features on democracy now. however as a musician, my greatest ambition is to never write something that could feature on democracy now.

dreamt i was at a local drag show w rupaul & said, "the artform is struggling." & rupaul said, "i wouldn't call this art."

dreamt i was talking to my girlfriend's girlfriend about the legendary 70s experiment in separatist travel, sappho air

dreamt that i was visiting a national park with a cave gallery. an exhibition of handwriting scraps collected throughout the park was up, called "ephemeral typography." my dreamgirlfriend's verdict: "they've gone too far."

performance where i eat every piece of candy in a felix gonzales-torres

butheads (judith butler fans)

there sld b a restaurant that has hamburglar style mascot who is just stressed out middle aged woman on an airpods call in sweatpants eating the food off of ppls tables

several physical copies of elliot page book ready now at library but long holds list for ebook. many too cowardly to be seen reading. i wont let my life be ruled by shame. im #readingpageboy

carmen sandiego... too stressful