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June 15th, 1976
Hallelujah! There is a new world. A new Jerusalem creeping over the horizon. Our life together is a challenge to the mediocrity of suburbia. A revolt against the hateful core of heterosexuality.
Tonight Richard is going out. The first time since our recent reunion. The past week has been entirely domestic. The need to get settled in– the combination of our old life together and our two new lives. We’ve been cautiously free. His friend Lou is over. My friend Allen over. Personal phone calls. I went out one night. Tonight when I got home, I took Sadie out. Lynn was sitting out front. She walked around the block with me. Easy cool summer evening good vibes. We stop at the Gardens and talk to one of the gardeners. Long conversation. Easy strolling. Meanwhile, Richard is back in the apartment which he has worked on all afternoon and which he has made beautiful.
A home again. Richard again. God, I am so happy. Anyway, when I got home, the apartment was beautiful. The kitchen needed cleaning. Richard informed me that was my job. As completely as I appreciated all that he had done to the apartment (He’s worked his ass off for days) I still resented his expecting me to clean the kitchen. I said, “Don’t start that shit, I’ll clean the kitchen when I feel like cleaning the kitchen.” It offended him, of course.
Yet we were able to talk it over. I apologized for my abruptness. We apologized to each other. Then he went out. And I went out. We saw each other at Mister P.’s.