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12/07
new kings on the block, a pomo paradise,
skunk dribble on your chin

ok, so i said i was never gonna crush
on gay girls, and besides this kind
of thing has never happened before.
i'm friends with lesbians but that
same genome in your head that
prevents me from thinking
boys/relatives are sexy has always
worked on gay girls, too, right, liz?
but when you all were pretending to
be in sync, melissa just looked way
too hot.

you know. so it's not my fault. she
was asking for crushage.

check it. they were the first act
onstage at the Drag Kings show at
chaos, five clean-shaven girls with
butchy hair in a field of sideburns
and sprayed-on handlebar moustaches.
taped-down breasts, eyes fresh as
jersey tomatoes, and little
microphone headsets. abby was wearing
a white baseball cap, but it said
SMITH on it so subversively.
afterwards you all trickled off the
stage into the audience and melissa
smiled at me like I was a fan. like she
knew. i never heard that boy band song
before but now, i was a true believer.

and they danced like those MTV boys,
all in synchronization (yes liz, you
were soo on the beats --> you were on
top of 'em) like olympic swimmers
when they were on stage, and then
afterwards the stage turned into a
part of the dance floor. and i don't
dance with girls, right?, but they
had their electricity switches to ON
the whole night, leaping like
leprechauns and their legs spun them
around. shiela with this bounce-
inflected hip-hop groove. melissa
with her slinky slow dance.

i mean it. all she had to do was
raise her arms in a little triangle
above her head, and i was gone.

i cleared out at 1:oo or so, just
enough time to get to kramerbooks.
cynthia's birthday is tomorrow and i
wanted to see her while she was still
20.

on the way home, i passed two girls
sticking NEIMAN MARCUS FUR IS DEAD
signs on telephone poles. they looked
like little zapatistas, bundled up in
layers and layers, clutching a bucket of
white glue between mittens. they
looked at me like they knew what i was
about and grinned, and then just at
once, we all started to laugh.

yeah. just like that.

oh: so liz just added her entry for this. it's here.

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