The supermarket cart boy in front of the store smiled in a way he knew to be flirting. There were all these beautiful boys in Florida, and they kept smiling at him! Most of them were blond, tall, thin and tanned; they wore cowboy boots or just gym shorts and seemed to move with an effortless grace.
At 11 AM, I got into the Camaro and headed down I-95 to Miami. . . I’ve been in Florida two weeks already. As usual, it seems both that I’ve been here forever and that I’ve only just arrived.
There were a lot of cute guys in the Broward Mall. Despite my cold, I’m been feeling unreasonably horny. I guess it’s the warm weather, but I’m dying for sex. Maybe when I feel better, I’ll go down to the Fort Lauderdale beach.
I was in the hellhole of the world today, at the Men’s Shelter on the Bowery. I have never seen such degradation. But the men I saw were mostly insane alcoholics. . .
Consuelo’s decided to accept a job teaching in Los Angeles for next fall. She loves the Mexican neighborhoods in L.A. and feels comfortable among Chicanos – and she’s tired of New York. (Aren’t we all?)
Deanna called, telling me how much she misses my brother and how much she wants to marry him. Is that love? Is it neurosis? After I hung up with Deanna, Gary phoned. Betty is putting him through the wringer with their divorce negotiations. Is that what happens when you love someone?
Avis has just smoked a joint and gotten into bed; I made the couch into a bed by putting on sheets and a blanket and a pillow. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept in the same room as someone. I wonder if I’ll be relaxed enough to sleep.
Alice told me that she found it hard to adjust to her new apartment and neighborhood and routine, too, and that my adjustment is more difficult because, unlike her, I don’t have a family home to go back to.
The Post had my photo on page 5 with the caption RICHARD GRAYSON: Wants his punishment: “A 27-year-old Brooklyn man who feels guilty about patronizing prostitutes has asked WNYC to ‘punish’ him by reading his name on the ‘John Hour.’”
Last night I went over to Park Slope to visit Avis. She and I sat in the kitchen, sharing an omelet and Perrier water, and talked for hours, just as we did in the old days. Justin, her roommate, joined us later; he’s a very sweet guy. We told each other about our homosexual feelings.