REID #143

Jun 27, 2023

best night of the year and it fell on my birthday

SHORT:

Lookin’ for a song to add to your Spotify summer playlist?

I highly recommend the Con Edison hold music (light jazz with a robot woman going: “if you’re outside and smell gas? … RUN!”).

Had the privilege of listening to it for 40 minutes straight on Thursday.

MEDIUM:

I write to you at 1am, moments after returning from the Jimmy Awards (which also fell on my birthday and the day after Jess & I moved apartments).

Our new neighbor just came upstairs and told us we had to be quieter (we were, of course, re-watching the Jimmys on YouTube despite having just bore witness to them live and hollering about how the male winner will be starring in a Sex Lives Of College Girls-esque show tomorrow).

I’m humiliated to have been told to be quiet, especially after trying to be so quiet while moving out of my old place (I even decided, as I was pulling garbage bags full of pots and pans down the hall, that I would say I was clanging them FOR NURSES if anyone popped out and told me to stop).

Maybe Jess and I should’ve told our downstairs neighbor that we were singing along to The Bridges Of Madison County to honor… old guys who are sad that the woman they had an affair with didn’t leave her husband for him? (that’s the plot to The Bridges Of Madison County, I think, I don’t know, I just like the music).

LONG:

Pride’s been fun. I attended a fantastic drag king show hosted by Murray Hill. Highlights included Muscles Monte playing saxophone out of his butt (classic), Uncle Freak delighting us with multiple wig and glasses reveals, and King Molasses doing the sexiest (like, actually) cowboy number I’ve ever seen. Google them all. Follow them all.

I also attended the world-famous NYC Dyke March and, on the way, Jess sent a GAY Call Me By Your Name meme to the lesbian group chat (egg on my face! we were supposed to be DYKES for the day! not f*gs who have pics on their phone of Timothee Chalamet huffing Armie Hammer’s clothes — at the READY, no less!).

At the march, I played my favorite game: watching straight tourists and shoppers cut through the masses with Aritzia shopping bags and terrified looks on their faces (turning this into an award-winning documentary short next year). I always wanna yell, “You think THIS is scary at a glance? Try living it every dam day!” after them, but maybe that’s bad for TheMovement.

My snack(s) of the week were the CINNAMON ROLL CUPCAKES Jess baked for my birthday. Vanilla cupcake on bottom. Frosting. Then mini cinnamon roll on top.

Photo(s) of the week are these from Henry Winkler:

I want to write more, but my whole body feels like it has been steamrolled thanks to self-loading and unloading the U-Haul and carrying all my belongings up multiple flights of stairs in the sweltering heat.

C U Next Tuesday