Aug 30 2003
The newfound exhibitionism
I was going to say something about my recent experience with poledancing at Boogaloo, or how I’m at Brighton Boy’s house, alone, with everyone but.. him. And how this whole prospect is quite daunting, making me shake with nervousness slightly, and generally want to hide like a hermit. But I’m feeling vague and paper-journalesque.
Still, take some time to look at random drag queens (with lips made for you know what) and Boogaloo Stew, … just a plain weirdo.
Tonight I’m saying hello to Albie. Love!
