A Dairy Nov 28, 2021

 I’m on the subway moving back to Forest Hills after a week cat sitting in Inwood. It was a nice week. I had to work morning classes but generally had a restful time that included some very beautiful autumn woods walks. We had nice fall weather here in NYC, it’s only now getting colder. 

Yesterday afternoon I went to The Blue Door. It is a video store sex shop in the East Village. It has been there many years. They charge $15 to go into the basement where there is cruising and open public sex. This is what I like it for. I had sex with 2 men during my time there. And not at the same time but two different encounters. The second man wanted to be fucked as he moved his ass to me cock whike I was standing. 

That was pretty hot. I never fuck in these places. It was hot. I might like to do that again. 

But now I return to Clyde St in Queens 

I like it there. Suits me fine for now. I can get to work. 

I saw Joan, the woman who owns the apartment, on Thanksgiving. Jill remarked after her mom left, “She didn’t even talk to you. She’s so weird.”

I remain in her apartment until she decides to sell it, I guess. I have been there since mid-May. This is a very good thing for me. When this place is gone I will go with the flow of things. What else is there to do? I do have a little bit of money right now, so I’m not broke and suffering.

I go out to Park Slope this afternoon to begin a new pose. It will take over an hour to get there on the subway. It’s a totally new working situation. I’m looking forward to it, and more money. I’m quite into growing my checking account now. I want to explore some other part of the world and continue to write.


I miss her very. much if I think about her. Otherwise I just go along, on to the next day, moment. Until it all stops, or I lose myself in it.


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