Hahaha this new, like, sexy drama series about the Manhattan Project is simultaneously vvvvvvv upsetting and vvvvvvv hilarious to me.
Made a movie poster.
After reportedly sneaking into the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport on Tuesday night, having a lovely chat with Ted Kennedy Jr.’s son, and relaxing with a book, he told cops he was just looking for Katy Perry. — Gawker wrote about me.
I didn’t realize…I thought that was gay life. We didn’t know. We thought that that was what being gay was: Party at somebody’s friend’s house, disco, bathhouse, afterwards we’d eat ice cream sodas at one of these places on Sheridan Square, and then go to the trucks, and then go to the piers, and after the piers, go into the bushes in Central Park, and that was the gay life. It was nothing; it was just pure sex. Loads of sex, sex, sex on top of sex, but all in the dark, and I remember praying at the baths, “God, get me out!” ‘cause they’re all skinny shaved-headed guys on these bunks, and it looked just like Auschwitz, and, “Oh, God, get me out of these bathhouses, I hate it!” I thought gay and slut and addict is all the same thing, and it’s not. I realized that, in South Dakota, a backroom was where you keep the beer. I thought everything was a backroom for gay men, you see? — The Pull - The Awl