A date had been planned with Jerry, but he called on Monday to say he had an “interview” with a prospective roommate. Someone he had “met” over the weekend and “knew” through friends. He said he had no idea how long the “visit” would take but would call me Tuesday night. Which, of course, left me in the position of not knowing if I was going to get privilege of being asked over. And this business of his getting a new roommate has me seething with jealousy. His current roommate is an old affair that has been over for a long time. Jerry is such a goddamned sexy man that I cannot imagine any normal healthy homosexual being in the room with him for more than two seconds and not wanting to hit the hay. I also know that Jerry is not the type to be prudish about a good lay. A live-in sex partner. How convenient. So, to keep from stewing in the apartment, I decided to go our for a few drinks. Allan was meeting his current fling, Jules, at Boots, so I went there with Allan and had a drink with him while he waited for Jules. Frank was there and it seems that he and Jules are arch-enemies. So I left for Ty’s with Frank in tow when the hissing started. The subject of the new bar I’ve heard about, J’s came up and I tried to get Frank to walk over there with me. he wasn’t in the mood, so I left Ty’s and walked uptown by myself. The bar was closed– they have weird hours on Mondays and Tuesdays, the story is that those nights are orgy nights and the doors are only open for an hour. Whoever gets in during that hour stays when the doors close and the sex begins. Well, my timing was off and the doors were locked. So I headed back downtown and stopped for a drink at the Ramrod. Quiet night. A little number who only half-interested me was cruising me and had been at Ty’s too. I ignore him. (I found house later that he’s Andy’s hot new interest). Another friend of Andy was at the bar also, and I stood there and allowed him to bore me for a few minutes. He was a gross piggy man from Toronto who made it clear when I met him on Sunday that he liked me. I left him and wen to Badlands. Dismal crowd. Andy’s piggy friend arrives and I make my congé again and head up the street to Trilogy.
January 27th, 1981
January 27th, 1981
January 27th, 1981
A date had been planned with Jerry, but he called on Monday to say he had an “interview” with a prospective roommate. Someone he had “met” over the weekend and “knew” through friends. He said he had no idea how long the “visit” would take but would call me Tuesday night. Which, of course, left me in the position of not knowing if I was going to get privilege of being asked over. And this business of his getting a new roommate has me seething with jealousy. His current roommate is an old affair that has been over for a long time. Jerry is such a goddamned sexy man that I cannot imagine any normal healthy homosexual being in the room with him for more than two seconds and not wanting to hit the hay. I also know that Jerry is not the type to be prudish about a good lay. A live-in sex partner. How convenient. So, to keep from stewing in the apartment, I decided to go our for a few drinks. Allan was meeting his current fling, Jules, at Boots, so I went there with Allan and had a drink with him while he waited for Jules. Frank was there and it seems that he and Jules are arch-enemies. So I left for Ty’s with Frank in tow when the hissing started. The subject of the new bar I’ve heard about, J’s came up and I tried to get Frank to walk over there with me. he wasn’t in the mood, so I left Ty’s and walked uptown by myself. The bar was closed– they have weird hours on Mondays and Tuesdays, the story is that those nights are orgy nights and the doors are only open for an hour. Whoever gets in during that hour stays when the doors close and the sex begins. Well, my timing was off and the doors were locked. So I headed back downtown and stopped for a drink at the Ramrod. Quiet night. A little number who only half-interested me was cruising me and had been at Ty’s too. I ignore him. (I found house later that he’s Andy’s hot new interest). Another friend of Andy was at the bar also, and I stood there and allowed him to bore me for a few minutes. He was a gross piggy man from Toronto who made it clear when I met him on Sunday that he liked me. I left him and wen to Badlands. Dismal crowd. Andy’s piggy friend arrives and I make my congé again and head up the street to Trilogy.