J’s Diary Entry 8 January 2003 Spent a leisurely morning reading my Nicola Barker novel in the lounge room until The Turkey showed up and I was forced out the door, on the run from his banal anecdotes and body stench (I swear he has shit in his pants today). Went in search of fabric for a wall hanging I want to make. Tried all … Continue reading I bought a lottery ticket today – always a reliable barometer of personal despair and desperation.
From: S Sent: 29 November 2002 9:18AM To: J Subject: Where art thou? Hello, my little bruv, well you have come out from under your rock then! I’m going to say it, Happy Birthday, Happy Bloody Birthday to you. Ok have been trying to sort out your CD radio clock thingy but it has to come from New South Wales, is there anywhere in … Continue reading Where art thou?
From: S Date: 30 August 2002 01:18PM To: S Subject: Re: I thought I would faint… Hello Babe, You’re pulling my chain right? Gay support group? You’ve never struck me as the sort that would join a support group, you always seem so self sufficient even if it was due to self denial. Nothing new to report, life dull, diazepam great. love you S From: … Continue reading What sort of gay man am I?
J Diary Entries Thur 19 Jan 1995 Sat diagonally opposite this guy on the tram who had the DT’s real bad. He had that alcoholic look about him; the seventies shirt, grubby slacks, sneakers. His worldly goods in a plastic supermarket bag. I could pick the DT’s, firstly because his eyes would open briefly under his beetling brows and then he’d frown harder and clench … Continue reading I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.