Just got home from spending the night with Richard. His apartment is beautiful, and he has a gorgeous tree set up with a few packages beneath. Everything seems sad. God how he and I used to celebrate Christmas. We drink wine and smoke hash and both of us cry. I’m twenty-five years old and he’s still the only man I’ve ever loved. We take a shower together and sleep together.
December 24th, 1976
December 24th, 1976
December 24th, 1976
Just got home from spending the night with Richard. His apartment is beautiful, and he has a gorgeous tree set up with a few packages beneath. Everything seems sad. God how he and I used to celebrate Christmas. We drink wine and smoke hash and both of us cry. I’m twenty-five years old and he’s still the only man I’ve ever loved. We take a shower together and sleep together.