Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The beat that my heart skipped. It goes like this: walking down a smokey half flight of stairs, looking up and through the jostle and press of bodies, my eyes land on her. She's sitting in a anti-coy neon blue dress, with huge matching boots, chatting-loving-friendly with a cadre of queers and trannies.
Posted by eight.blocks at 7:49 AM