Discover more from The Last Hundred Miles
January 14th, 1981
Monday night I had a date with Jerry; missed cues and miserable cold weather and we wound up not going to a movie as originally planned. Instead, another night of love making at his apartment. He ordered dinner from the corner restaurant and we had a fine time visiting and feeling relaxed with each other. I do like this man. He is bright and funny and sexy and affectionate, I enjoy being with him. Sex was prolonged and fun. He tied me up with belts and we fucked and sucked for hours. As usual, I did not spend the night. I just cannot not give Sadie that last walk. I do have my responsibilities, however piddling they may be. So, after a warm, wonderful evening I left for home. Then I decided to go to Ty’s for one beer. Actually, Dennis, the bartender, oh, sexy Dennis, asked me to use my employee discount to buy carpeting for him and I wasn’t sure of what day he wanted to do it. So– one beer at Ty’s. Dennis was not there. I had forgotten it was his day off. I sat at the bar and surveyed the neighborhood crowd. Russ was there and we started to talk. He has just been to the theatre, Sugar Babies, with his parents. He asks if I want to join him in a walk to the Ramrod. I decline. Then, why not. So we make the icy trek down to the river. The bar is nearly empty.
Russ buys me a beer and I sit on a stool and enjoy the prestige of being out with a hot bartender from Ty’s. While there, Dennis shows up with an entourage of other bar people and I am basking in this role of being out with Christopher Street celebrities. Nothing lasts long for me, and I leave by myself to see what the bar across the street, the Cockring, is like. Also nearly empty. A nice bar though, comfortable. I stand at the bar and have beer, and then head up the street, ostensibly for home. Triology’s is always a strong temptation as a brief stop against the cold. The crowd may be fluffy but the bar is warm and comfortable. After ordering a beer, I turned to check out the room and dear god, there was Juan sitting at a table. Juan, dear baby, dear sweet passionflower of my youth. We hug and kiss and he introduces me to his friends and we talk and reminisce and catch up on the last four years. After California he moved to New York just a couple of weeks after I did and is working as the hairdresser for Children of a Lesser God. He is as gorgeous as ever. He doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, and is just as wonderfully egotistical as ever. We leave the bar together and I see him and his friend to a taxi. Then back up Christopher, still heading home, and I decide to try Ty’s again. Nearly empty. I stay for a beer and then head for boots. Drunk crowd, as usual. Within minutes of standing at the bar and having a beer I catch the eyes of a well built dark sexy man and soon we are talking. I bring him at 3:30 and we fuck and suck till nearly dawn. My second man in one night. Both of them marvelous. He is a bartender at the Spike and lives in Brooklyn with his lover. I hold him close to me all night and consciously try to record this moment whole, knowing that this has every indication of being a one-night stand. I am at the same time elated with the way I am handling this. A New York faggot emerges. Donna Reed from Washington D.C. is undergoing the metamorphosis necessary for survival.