Pride weekend is almost over, and some of Piffin's guests are getting ready to catch early flights. They expressed their gratitude for my putting up with a house full of queers. But I assured them that I have met many way way stranger people than those very nice and polite queer girls, or boys, or however they want to refer to themselves as. They think they are so extreme, it's just sweet. I feel old, with so much youth around me, that's all. Fortunately I drank wine with two fifty something males last night.
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