I am flying to LA today. My work here is done. I will be in LA for the rest of the summer. There are tomatoes to look after. Twins to tend. Well, not all the summer…I’ll be back.
I am going to have a dinner for my actual birthday next week.
Yesterday I returned to the city from Fire Island. I woke at 7am and after my rather wonderful encounter with Neil we cleaned the house, made breakfast and fought our way to the ferry through the invading drag queens. Do you know about this Fire Island tradition? Every Independence Day the trannys of Cherry Grove invade The Pines.
That’s it really. A bunch of trannys get on a huge boat, one full ferry boat after another, land in The Pines and start drinking…and drinking. During all the years I lived on Fire Island with Joe I only ever saw the Invasion once and that was as I was leaving on a ferry for higher ground.
The train to Penn Station was all fucked up. When I arrived in NYC I hung out with Alex and Toby at The Soho Grand.
FJ invited me to his apartment to see the fireworks but we decided to walk to the river with the people and watch what turned out to be a remarkable display. Bumped into various friends including Alexei Muniak from LA. Ate middle eastern food and chocolate.
I really wanted to see the fireworks. Last July 4th Jake and me were flying over the very same fireworks on our way to Paris. I remember quite clearly being very fearful. Before we left I sat him down and told him how worried I was that when we came back I would miss him badly. I was really scared. He said, “We’ll deal with that then.”
We never dealt with it. It festers in me to this day. In September I return to the city and we will yet again face each other in court.
Is this the way he ‘deals’ with things?