glenys and i hung out, we looked at homoerotic art (the gay body at hart house...brillant, amazing, revelatory, hard on inducing, adam fisting god, celestial, naughty, low and dark...see it now!!!!)

then tried to find xrista, no luck, went to crux and looked at discount theology books at crux (the actual name, a tiny little tucked away place)

dinner @ mt everest a nice nepalese place on bloor st west, in the annex

i feel vapid and vain next to glenys, w. my love of finery and my dislike of jesus.

pat and i are talking again, i think that we are in s ome kind of post verbal settling...hes looking over my shoulder.

dinner at pastis tomorrow, maybe.

(pat is so fuckable in his new haircut, all the ladies love him, now he is making obscene gestues @ me w. his modified phallus)