Tampa, haunted New York and homophobia

wow. What a month. I was in San Francisco and fancy millionaire hippies Point Reyes for a long weekend. Dean likes all of those things. I went to visit friends and drink too much wine and have too much cheese from Cowgirl Creamery. Rich hippies make a ton off of scented candles and natural fiber clothing. What kind of economics support the $80 candle store?

At SF MOMA they had the Warhol show which was kind of a snooze TBH. They had a show in another gallery of this collection of Polaroid pictures taken by a drag queen at home. He died a few years ago and his friends were like,”these are too good not to share.” Mean friends but they were right. That was my favorite show at the museum. 

Then I went to visit mom in Tampa. I’m alive. Didn’t get stabbed or have my face eaten off so that’s a win. I went up to NY to visit friends I’d not seen in ages. We stayed in a 100% haunted house in Wassaic. It has Amityville Horror windows and is across the street from a 17th century cemetery so you know — porthole to another dimension and all that. It was great! Their Labradoodle spoke to me in Latin. I can’t wait to go back.

Leaving NYC this morning my Georgian Lyft driver told me that the LGBTQ pride parade in Tablisi was just a money grab designed to create trouble for the church. It was kind of stunning. I kept my mouth shut because I really wanted to catch my flight at JFK. Such a bummer too. He’s an immigrant in Trump’s Amerikkka and he thinks the gays are too icky to be out in public. As the pResident would say, “Sad!”