March 28th, 1977

Mar 28, 1977

The simple fact is this:

I am in love with Gene. I love being with him. I have fun with him. I trust him. I respect him. And I love the fact that he loves me. Being with Gene makes me very happy.

Last night we decided to be sexually exclusive.

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Wet rainy morning in Philadelphia. I have missed work today. Nagging guilt.

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Last night Gene’s friend Cathy came over. We served quiche with crab meat, manicotti, spinach salad, and champagne. I liked Cathy immediately– although I was considerably anxious over meeting her. It felt so good to be acting like a “couple” with Gene.

I have such a huge sense of respect for Gene’s work.