On the Small Pleasure Project: Shower Curtain Shadows
In which The Gay Recluse takes what he can get.
Summer is by far the worst season in Washington Heights.
Stereos are constantly blaring, there’s trash everywhere, the elevators and street corners are filled with macho-man drunks. When a woman walks down the street and these geniuses make a big production of staring at her ass, it’s such a cliche that it makes them all seem like closet-cases.
The little kids in the apartment building next door run up and down the sidewalk screaming “faggot” while the teenagers sit around and call people (and each other) faggots, too. Observing this, we could almost think it’s a word — like that other N-word — that has become too diffuse to carry any real currency. LOL! In your dreams.
Sometimes we close the door and watch the shower curtain, which for a few seconds in the dying afternoon light makes our dreams of escape seem almost plausible.
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Tags: Corner Huggers, Drunks, Faggot, Losers, N-word, Shadows, Shower Curtains, Summer, Trash