Monday, June 23, 2003
my biggayboss john got a package delivered to the office today. he opens it up and insists that I come over to his desk to look at what he just got in the mail. (this actually happens quite a bit. usually it’s wigs or china that he gets delivered, but that’s neither here nor there.) what he’d gotten from the mail was a tie-dyed bowling shirt. why, you ask? (that’s ok, I hadn’t either) well, he and his chorus (the gay men’s chorus of new york) are marching in the gay pride parade, wearing tie-dyed t-shirts, but since he doesn’t “do t-shirts” he decided to wear a bowling shirt I then asked him when the gay pride parade was, and he shot me a look and asked, exasperated, “when’s the parade? marco, are you sure you’re *gay*?” which I found a lot less offensive than the TWO TIMES he told me that he didn’t really think I’m a republican because I, “don’t really know what ‘republican’ means.”
Monday, June 09, 2003
"Cuba's first ephemeral art festival lasted barely an hour and a half Friday, until the butter paintings and ice sculptures began to melt, the children ate the cupcakes hung from a tree and the grand piano went up in flames."
