Today I ventured out in the aftermath of the snowstorm. My entire street is a solid block of ice. I have no practical snow or rain boots. I’m wearing white boots with a 2 inch heel. I went skittering about the west village to drop of t-shirts at my friend’s salon, Seagull. On my way back to the train I slipped on the sidewalk and landed in an awesomely queer Freddie Mercury pose, down on one knee, hand extended. A girl stopped and said,
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
No autographs, please.