Tonight I clanked and flamed over to Gayle’s in my new cuffed yellow pants– my silver and gold bracelets, my tight black t-shirt– my birthstone necklace draped twice around my neck and over my chest– my plaid flannel smock my mother made me and Margie’s 5-inch clogs– and my fur coat. Rattling and flaming. On the way home I began to feel oddly uncomfortable– as if I were in some personal masquerade. Small spectacles like that are necessary for me. I am a creature in need of orgasm–
February 20th, 1973
February 20th, 1973
February 20th, 1973
Tonight I clanked and flamed over to Gayle’s in my new cuffed yellow pants– my silver and gold bracelets, my tight black t-shirt– my birthstone necklace draped twice around my neck and over my chest– my plaid flannel smock my mother made me and Margie’s 5-inch clogs– and my fur coat. Rattling and flaming. On the way home I began to feel oddly uncomfortable– as if I were in some personal masquerade. Small spectacles like that are necessary for me. I am a creature in need of orgasm–