visiting queerness in nyc
bushwick, brooklyn is a liminal space of. queer and not. it is admist some of the most blatant gentrificaion i have ever seen, which I am a visitor in and not familiar with enough to truly understand. but it looks like blatant edges of a behemoth. messy haircuts i usually assume mean part of the community that blur the edges between queer and adamant heterosexuality.
the bathroom is full of queer stickers and the set of musicans is sweet and wholesome. i have a lovely night. but it feels. liminal.
i stare at many people but talk mostly with my friend
the boy handing me tea is soft and overcommited to ripe pur eh. ‘these are what i recommend right now’ he says, listing half the menu. his smile is warm and i text all my friends about him when i leave
- do you know where the masks are? your rings are lovely. is there a phone charger? could i have a granola bar with my test kit please? -
two people are discussing which books would disagree with their profs the most the cashier is giving out harm reduction materials
the bathroom is full of stickers a boy in the back is moving the beanbag closer to his phone
zines 2 read
Ain’t shit - a punk zine
Housekeeping - an anarchic educational series on homelessness and housing
creeker - (vol 3)
40 ways to fight facists - spencer sunshine
new york’s co-op spaces remind me of those in any city, but are almost more impressive in their adamancy to exist. relics in neighbourhoods where a single room costs 2k, museums to squatters’ rights and free harm reduction feel like stepping stones through the city
go talk to him
what did you order dear?
you don’t see people order gin that much these days. Mostly i get vodka crans have a lovely night darling
i love you!
do you know how old I am ?
what song do you want to hear?
I control the music are you having fun?
