archives for Saturday 23 June 2007
umpteenth letter to mandarin
Saturday 23 June 2007 | I like a cookie
Dear one!
It’s Saturday afternoon and Pride Week in San Francisco and you are off marching around, waving your feather boa, possibly wearing silver eyeshadow. The Brujo is in the other room napping and I am trying to type quietly. I would probably leave you a voicemail were it not for the aforementioned napping—but I wanted […]
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cauchemardeux
Saturday 23 June 2007 | I like a cookie
In the dream, after an affectionate but disjointed last session with the DBT, I arrive at Page Street exhausted, thirsty, hot and desperately needing to pee. Neither Mandarin nor the Umbrella offers me tea or a bathroom, or asks how my visit went, and before a minute is up I’m incensed, not only fighting mad […]
