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February 15th, 1980
Tonight I surrender to zombie-ism. A week rich with energy and intrigue culminated last night in an evening of perfect joy. I write like a high school girl. Working out at the gym after work and getting cruised by two or three of the choicest beauties there; seeing David again and being very attracted to him. Coming home to a healthy dinner of salad and wine– oh, it’s you girl and you know it– with each glass and every little movement you show it– then tight jeans, cowboy boots, and my new size small Calvin Klein t-shirt and drinks with Rob and Ralph at their apartment. Then a stoned subway ride downtown to the new Eagle. I love the bar. Perfect. The belabored idea of macho man has found a better home. Lots of new blond wood and cool colors and miles of bar. The environment reflects many of the positive changes that gay people as a community have undergone in the past few years.