Monday, October 23, 2006

So, not the hipster

I was at Wigstock (maybe 1989 or 90) with Phineus (yeah, that was his name; for true). He had come from Florida, a guest, I guess.
Some girl had this 1940's camera, and she took our photo. I regaled then recinded.
That night Phin told me he had read all my journals.
I'm still finding markings in the margin where he wrote his little extra's.
Little fuck.

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