sin city
Thursday, January 2nd, 2003
R: My stitches itch like buggery.
J: Buggery doesn’t itch.
R: It would if we tried it now.
I made it outside! Dolores Park has never been so beautiful. Fresh air! Trees! Wow! I also saw a Jack Russell humping a terrier, from the wrong end. I was on the phone to Tina at the time.
R: He’s humping its head! Oh, I suppose they’re having oral sex.
T: What can you expect in San Francisco?
R: Even the dogs are perverts.
Later Mum was reading one of the gay papers.
M: Look at this woman! What an extraordinary dress she’s wearing!
Pause.
M: Oh, she’s a drag queen.
R: Yes, Mum.
M: I’m just an innocent English girl abroad.
R: You’re in San Francisco.
