I had one of those inauspicious weekends. It started out ignominiously enough with me sticking around the office until 9:30 Friday night to help with a projet I don't even work on. I have been reading Eighty-Sixed; I am so into it that I wound up reading it in the cab, in the dark. I felt like my father when he would read about frontiersman in the dim light of his Brooklyn bedroom after my grandparents declared lights out.
Over the weekend I met with The Wizard and a bunch of our fellow former volunteers to discuss my National Coming Out Day plans. Still very nascent, but everyone seems to agree that something bigger should happen.
The first meeting of my reading group also happened. We read Michael Bronski's The Pleasure Principle. Everyone seemed to get a lot out of the book. I got to play hostess. I serve up a mean set of snacks. Red grapes, salsa and chips, goat cheese and roasted garlic crackers, Hit cookies, etc. Anything to lure people to visit me up on the Upper East Side.
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