gray beauty

the guy at goodnews cafe likes the photo of lake merritt on my computer. he just moved here and really likes it. and he's from argentina, so there. the only straight guys i can ever talk to are from foreign countries. foreign countries, honey, that's where i want to be. thai food, again, the lower haight. victor wears his sweatpants which is funny. i get so queeny around him, it's fun. we try to out do each other with queeny voices and queeny poses. i always win. he says i'm old school gay. he's twenty-six, that slut. i was working library chic, but i won't accept the old-school gay label. we hug goodnight, and i'm back on bart. i wish i could always love gray skies they way i do now.