"Just Don't Ask Me How I Am"

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For my show tonight, I played electric guitar, exclusively.  It was a fun experiment, but I had more fun a few hours later, singing "Luka" at Metropolitan Kareoke Night. 

First night in months, wearing long sleeves in the backyard of the gay bar.  The End Of The Summer is always wistful, but nowhere more than the backyard of the gay bar, after months of cut-offs and tank tops - the expectation of love and love's approximations.  In the autumn, I put on my hoodie and remember who I am.

I'm a boy who wears lots of clothes.

My first college party was a "naked party," at the house of some queer grad students who I never saw again.  I wore three layers of clothing, and hung out with two lesbians who did the same.  Off in the corner, three gay boys in underpants were making out with each other.  After a while, it became clear that two of them weren't interested in the third.  Pretty soon, it was just the two of them making out, with the third boy standing next to them, sad.  It made me sad too.  I started crying, and ran home.

If that happened now, I suppose I would just go over and talk to him.  I suppose?

Love
Dan

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