September 1st, 1981

Is the summer truly over? This month marks a year of life in New York. It’s been the best year of my life. I have never been more happy or hopeful or grateful.

It is late night now. I have spent a cozy night at home with Allan and Sadie. David called. I sit cross legged on the living room floor and we romance each other. He is a sweet wonderful man who evokes strong currents of virile energy in me.

Work is busy but manageable and I pray it stays that way. The typesetting equipment has been installed and I am being trained this week. It’s exciting. I do enjoy my job basically. It’s fine for now. Everything in my life is fine for now.