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After work, yesterday, a walk through Soho with Kevin, in search of a restaurant. Failure; Kevin goes home. Old Compton Street, with its flock of gays standing around, preening and eyeing the meat, makes me nervous: I don't like being so openly judged. Then an hour standing in Victoria's Coach station, overwhelmed by urine stink. An old man rifles through the garbage, drinks half a bottle of Fanta and eats the crumbs from a packet of crisps. People arrive from all over Britain, except Henrique (but the information guy said that's where the Stanstead Express dropped off, and he wouldn't lie to me, would he?)
Henrique calls. He has been standing two blocks away. Take the Tube, exhausted with explanations about where the bombs blew the trains, whom I knew that got killed, and my strategies of survival. At home, show him his mattress in the TV room, cook him dinner, teach him how to use the shower, assure him it is ok to use Kevin's computer for the Internet, talk about friends in Brasil, about his month-long trip across Europe.
Watch a little bit of the American version of Queer as Folk, but have to turn off the TV when a scene pops up of men buttfucking each other in some nightclub - Sissy Allison is in the room and she's family!
Collapse in bed, struck down by heat and too many thoughts about my family in Brasil. My dad is flying there today - he's going to try to make my mom sign a divorce, as well as check on all the renovations she's been doing at the farm (so she can start her B&B business.) When he comes back, he's going to give me his 4-year-old laptop and a manky old printer. I'm not complaining: you never check the teeth of a horse given to you as a gift.
Henrique calls. He has been standing two blocks away. Take the Tube, exhausted with explanations about where the bombs blew the trains, whom I knew that got killed, and my strategies of survival. At home, show him his mattress in the TV room, cook him dinner, teach him how to use the shower, assure him it is ok to use Kevin's computer for the Internet, talk about friends in Brasil, about his month-long trip across Europe.
Watch a little bit of the American version of Queer as Folk, but have to turn off the TV when a scene pops up of men buttfucking each other in some nightclub - Sissy Allison is in the room and she's family!
Collapse in bed, struck down by heat and too many thoughts about my family in Brasil. My dad is flying there today - he's going to try to make my mom sign a divorce, as well as check on all the renovations she's been doing at the farm (so she can start her B&B business.) When he comes back, he's going to give me his 4-year-old laptop and a manky old printer. I'm not complaining: you never check the teeth of a horse given to you as a gift.
