A 20-Year-Old’s Diary Entries From July, 1971
When Shelli finally showed up, she had news. She got a phone call from Barry Siegel, the guy she met in the Georgetown bookstore the other day.
When Shelli finally showed up, she had news. She got a phone call from Barry Siegel, the guy she met in the Georgetown bookstore the other day.
I realize that one can’t turn heterosexual overnight, but I thought I’d no longer be having gay desires.
We had a terrible fight in the car; we really hurt each other so much, I wonder if the wounds will ever heal.
In Elihu’s deserted office, Shelli and I hugged and kissed for a while, and then we went to the ‘Spigot’ office and found Ivan.
We rode into Chinatown, kissing at every red light, almost.
Shelli is a very sexy girl — to me, anyway. It’s a good feeling knowing that I can have a heterosexual relationship.
Tonight Shelli said, “I’ve got you figured out.” I doubt that.
After a recess, I took the stand and corroborated Mark’s testimony, adding that Alice – who’d come in there just to look for a job – did manage to look at the bulletin board. That showed office services hadn’t been suspended.
Kang and I were sitting around when this heavy, 25-ish girl comes in and asks if we’re the newspaper. I told her yes, and she said she was a defendant in the Seattle 8 conspiracy trial. I whisked her into Elihu’s office and interviewed her for half an hour.
People have to rid themselves of old ideas about sex, but it will take time. But that’s coming from a guy who’s pretty hung-up with sex himself.