Lying on my bed, Stacy and I had a really good talk. It was all very nice: she played the guitar, and I felt that she really is a good, gentle person. “Are you seeing anyone seriously?” she asked me. “I’m seeing a lot of people comically,” I said.
I happened to mention something about Vito, and Mike asked me if he was “that faggot.” I said that Vito is effeminate but he’s a really nice person and Mike would like him too if he got to know him.
Marc and I drove into the city to see if we could find any scalpers selling tickets to tonight’s Stones concert. About two thousand other people had the same idea, and there were freaks and kids everywhere, asking, “You got a ticket?”
A lot of delegates are young people, blacks, Chicanos, gays, women, Indians and people who are independent radical thinkers.
We drove over to the Diplomat this morning for a delegates’ breakfast, then I took a drive downtown and was outside the Convention Hall, near the Jackie Gleason Theatre. There was very tight security, and barbed wire, and things were cordoned off.
Just now, McGovern was on TV, claiming an enormous victory – and for the first time I’m almost beginning to believe that we can turn this country around.
I was getting this really bad case of horniness, but when we went upstairs to watch soap operas, I chickened out. We talked all around the subject but I couldn’t find the words to ask her to sleep with me.
With one breath, I blew out the 21 candles on the cake Mom bought. Well, I’ve reached my majority. There were times when I never thought I’d make it.
I started a conversation with their friend Vito, whom I’d never seen around before. For some reason, I blurted out, “My ex-girlfriend is getting married today.” “I’ve heard that line before from guys in bars,” Vito said.
The three of us went home at 5:30 PM, stopping off at Carvel’s. While we were eating ice cream in the car, I looked at Avis and I found myself with an erection. I find the whole situation at once natural and ludicrous.