Just to toot my own horn here: I look my best coming out of the shower. Unfortunately, there are few people who realize that except for my cats. Nero especially enjoys loving me when I am toweling off. He also pokes his little cat head into the shower and cries out. My boss said it is probably because he thinks I am being devoured by a predator. Poor baby.
Anyway, I always look best just coming out of the shower. So I have a real investment in trying to remain shower fresh all day, which is not easy here in New York City.
When I got home from work I immediately went to sleep. I then got up at 2 am and by 3 am I was down to the offices of LGNY. I proofed, I helped, etc. There was a minor dilemma but by 8:30 am I had to go to my real job, so off I went. After all, it was room temperature outside, and I was still shower fresh.
After a day at the office, I went back home, showered, and then went right back downtown for the Publishing Triangle's tenth annual awards. It was a great evening. Madeleine Olnek's acceptance speech outlined a lot of the problems facing lesbian theatre, and John Rechy's led the group to a standing ovation.
I ran into P after the awards themselves. The Publishing Triangle held the awards at the New School's wonderful Tishman Auditorium, and had the reception in the atrium and courtyard of the New School. It was nice to run into author Justin Chin again. I discussed some of his essays and told him how much I enjoyed them. I also spoke with both Olnek and Rechy. After all, I was covering this for LGNY.
After the awards I was literally introduced to the competition. As you can imagine, I was a bit tired. I had never met him before, but I said something silly like, "I'm an unknown entity. Nothing to fear." How silly. Being tired reduces my sharpness. I probably would have been very sharp and just said "Hello."
P and I went to dinner afterward. He mentioned that his friend A saw my letter to The Advocate.
"He did?"
I had no idea they had published it. They never called to verify my bile. Very nice. So I rushed out to buy it at a newsstand near P's house. For some reason, well, for very obvious reasons, The Advocate is kept with the pornography there. Even though it is a newsmagazine, the Indopak owners figure all gay stuff is essentially porn. So I got a copy of the issue with my letter in it, and then had to keep telling the man behind the counter that "No," I didn't need any XXX tapes, and that The Advocate is in fact not pornography, even though the naked back of a man was on the cover. So, I had to continually and politely decline the man's offer of a "special price" and leave. I caught the next bus home and was shocked to discover that they didn't change a word of my letter.
Unedited bile. Room temperature weather. And shower freshness. What a nice day.
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