Well, here you have him: the boyfriend. He doesn't care much for this pic. Too bad. It was taken three years ago, on his first visit to see me. I like to think he's pouting at the prospect of leaving me behind....

And here's a pic from one of my pre-cohabitation visits to him in NYC. He's kept his apartment on this block and sublets it to a friend of ours--Martin, who you'll meet below. We get up to NYC once or twice a year, when we're lucky (and when Martin's feeling up to houseguests).

And this is my superwacky pal Timo, videographer extraordinaire. If you've not seen his work with drag diva superstar Varla Jean Merman, well, I'm not sure there's much hope left for you. Truly out there.

Speaking of Varla, here she is out of drag, running the streets of Provincetown with our other drag fave, Precious Moments, (aka Michael). See 'em both at a fag bar near you....

The fantabulous Zod. Also known as Peaches. Happy days.

Theatre co-conspirator and fellow Leo--down to the same birthday--Flynn.

Christmas, 1988, in my love pad on Jefferson Street. From left, Marion, Lesley, me, Mike, Ann, and Frank (prone). Without a doubt, this was one of my favorite Christmases ever. We'd all managed to do some thorough thrift store shopping (Mississippi Goodwills have an excellent supply of junk), and the gifts we exchanged were very well thought out. Everyone walked away (or stumbled away) happy.

Lesley, Martin, and I all dressed up and sparkly. We look like we were having a blast, but in actuality, we'd just come from a vigil held for three of our friends. No, it wasn't a pleasant time in my life, but you know, I learned a lot about others and about myself. (That sounds so trite....) There were about ten or fifteen of us who went through the whole ordeal together, and even though I rarely see many of them anymore, when I do, there's an intimacy that's really special. I'm happy we're so close, but I wish we'd come to it by another route.

Further up and further in...