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Does it upset you that people keep blaming you for bad things?

Ah, I'm used to it, kid. Try livin' with Mal!

Log #02

Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.

And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.

if the standoff were to result in a tie, what would the next course of action be?

Well, hopefully Tati'd have no choice but to let us all coexist on here all peaceful-like! Right?

Log #7

Today, Henry asked me about my favorite song. His reasoning is as proceeds: what, with me speaking to him from them airwaves and such, ergo I should be knowing a lot of music. I don’t know nearly as many tunes as he does. Practically lives off of them. I know my songs, what I sang — rags and the like — I know swing, jazz, and the blues — I know rock and roll. Sure, I’ve heard songs after that, but they don’t really live in me the same way, you know? Henry’s showing me all these songs from his home, and I can hear it and tap my toe to it in the moment — though they ain’t really toe-tappers — but after it kinda just slips from my mind. Oh, the lad got a good chuckle outta that one. Guess I’ll just have to keep singing them, he said.

Ace rights??!!! (it's international asexual day today) 🖤🩶🤍💜

Yes! Wahoo! Happy day of celebration, folks!

Dude srry to ask but wth is going on in this blog. I got a like on the first two posts you'd see if you clicked on my blog(pinned post and most recent rb)then a follow. All of your content seems to be an unknown link to "en abime" and you don't seem to ever say what it actually is. Is this like some cult stuff or just a normal "strange-ish" blog?

Sorry, pal, but I ain't really pickin' up what you're implyin' with "cult" or "strange-ish!" The "Likes" don't mean much -- I think they propagate as I move about this joint. So I s'pose the only way to find out is to explore a bit!

From Bay Area Reporter, 1977. 

i like the changes in the blog, the banner and profile picture are amazing!!

Thanks, pal! My sweetheart helped redecorate.

i made them, yeah. the icon is just a photo of us, but the header is one of my favorites- a forest somewhere around chicago, i think? i wanted us to have something nice to look at. if you look at it long enough you can kind of hear the leaves rustling.

我的朋友们要我寄给你一些歌曲，希望对你有帮助！

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLx8UeeVSZjTm49sH3JcMC6Yb4z9LIY9dR&feature=shared

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLx8UeeVSZjTleFDyXeL6pERY_jehRRNms&feature=shared

多谢, 多谢！ 我正在准备出发。