Quite by chance I have fallen in with a bunch of super cool, inclusive gay men.
Men who achieve. Men who live fun, proud gay lives. Because of them I’m really enjoying my life here in NYC.
Don’t for one minute think I take any of it for granted. I know that a life like this can vanish as quickly as it appears. I’m really enjoying the opportunity to connect, feel supported and breathe.
There are many different tribes of gay men in NYC. There are so many of us here.
As usual I couldn’t stay in bed past 7.30am regardless of who is slumbering beside me. I need to get on with the day.
The apartment is being decorated so whilst the painters set up their ladders and pull down the light fittings we went for a long breakfast in the occasional sunshine. Sitting in the sun, eating scrambled egg. Reading the newspaper. Looking at the cute Saturday runners jogging by in their silky shorts.
Took subway uptown and by chance saw an old friend, an actor from my Dorian days. This is exactly why I loathe and love the Subway, you never know who you are going to bump into. Trapped in a subway car.
Anyway, we picked up his suit that needed altering and met up with the boys for lunch. Lunch from food trucks at Madison and 26th. Everyone seemed obsessed with this RAPTURE shit. I think people were half expecting it to be true. The storm clouds didn’t help.
Thankfully it didn’t happen. Or maybe it did?
My dog and Zack’s dog didn’t really connect.
Birthday party at Vig 27. Very lively, good people. Met the sex columnist from Time Out, we bonded with over our respective health issues. We talked about gay men, how they behave. Our self-destruction. A daily fascination.
It Gets Better? Better than death maybe…but not much better.
I had agreed to stay until 4 but bailed at midnight.
Stumbled, briefly, into The Eagle.
It is far too early in the year to wear white linen pants. I did anyway.