....to Kelli ...my southern sister ...are you a goode witch or sandwich my southern sister was walking across the east village once again lecturing me on feminist oppression and you - with your conservative views - you don’t deserve to call yourself a gay man we shuffle onward toward another meal the only time we ever agree as of late nodding at passer-byes at times they turn glance at me & smile and why do all these women flirt with you perhaps they aren’t feminists and know that the men in manhattan never look at me silence allowed me to shift the conversation to modern speculation or philosophical introspection of tragic orgasms
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