I suspect that much of its charm comes from something left half-said: it’s the story of a romantic friendship between a straight woman and a gay man. Since their affection cannot end in sex or marriage, the two must explore other, less obvious ways to be intimate. They can have romance but must remain pure, the modern equivalent of courtly love.
-Christopher Bram
THE GAY WRITERS WHO CHANGED AMERICA
“EMINENT OUTLAWS”
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 10, 1987
Sunday
It was a lazy Sunday all the way around. Well, not really. I did go bike riding this morning but my baby toe on my left foot had a blister from yesterday’s jog. It was painful so I cut my bike ride short. I started watching parts of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’s which happened to be on TV.
I went to mom and dad’s house and dad had a tizzy because I parked across the street (in front of the Tawasha neighbor’s house). It’s a public street and there’s no reason why I couldn’t park there. Dad wanted me to move my car. I moved it all right. I put turned the key, started the car and drove back home. I just left.
PHOTO: During Ashley’s Birthday Party
Tony, Helen and Lauren
A little later I tagged along with Helen, Sherri, mom, Ashley and Lauren to the ALAMEDA FLEA MARKET.
When I telephoned Eileen a bit later she had someone on the other line. She gave me lesser priority, asking me to call back later. I decided to write her a ‘DEAR JANE Letter’. It will all depend on her response to the letter.
I telephoned Rachelle and she turned the other foot.
“I’m sorry for being so rude the other night. I was going to call you back but my car conked out off of highway 580.”
I was surprised by her apology and said, “Oh don’t worry about it.”
“I still want to meet up. I’ll call you tomorrow because I’m curling my mom’s hair.”
I laughed, “Okay, sounds good.”
Mark called to ask, “Are we running the Bay to Breakers next Sunday?”
“I think that might work out.”
“I went to a Bruce Hornsby concert on Friday night.”
“Oh, so that’s what you’ve been up to. He does that song called THE WAY IT IS, right?”
Mark got me all hyped-up about the Bay to Breakers run in the City. Mark’s a cool guy.
Mark announced, “Oh hey, I got my first issue of WIND SURFER Magazine that you subscribed for me! Thanks a lot.”
That was nice of him to thank me. He didn’t have to--but it was nice that he did.
I started to watch the Sunday Night movie after mom and Ashley dropped me home. I found an old videotape that I thought I had erased that entertained me.
After my phone chat with Mark I went to bed. I felt a need to getaway. It works in one’s dreams easily. Yawn.
For Tourists, everything is possible; contradictions are minor inconveniences. Tourists, like children, believe the world is theirs.
-Olen Steinhauer
THE NEAREST EXIT, a novel
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