At 10:30 am I was sitting on a low stoop on Columbia Heights, waiting until it was legal to leave my car there. I had Mabel with me, and my camera. Two women, early twenties, slouchy neo-bohemians smoking -- probably their parents lived nearby -- walked past me, both giving me the once-over.
"Definitely gay," I heard the darker-haired one say quietly to her friend, once they were past.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
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