August 14th, 1972
It seems to me now that I can’t really think of many reasons to worry and hate myself for being a homosexual. The logic transfers quite easily…
Perhaps it was this mental reckoning– but all afternoon I was so high– grinning, giggling– turned on– I felt totally stoned– happy, high, content, flowing–
Rendesvouz tonight at D’Arcy’s Bar with a beautiful guy I met on the street yesterday–
the wind has dispersed– Sun descending has penetrated the ice– broken it up– dispersed–
Where am I now?