June 26, 1989
Monday, 8:50 am

On Saturday there was a recreation of the Stonewall riot that almost turned into a near-riot. Two men were found stabbed to death on the piers the night before and people stormed the 10th precinct in response. Some stupid kid tried to run them over and they trashed his car. The Post headline said "GAYS BASH BACK." It was the best thing that could have happened.

Every once in a while it's a good idea to sit down and have a serious talk with yourself. That I did and convinced myself to lighten up. I went to the Gay Pride March on Sunday, enjoyed myself and even hung around at the end.

During the march I joined up the ad hoc "ART UP" contingent: Bill Arning, Steven Evans and Michael, Julie Ault, Doug Ashford and their baby, Felix Gonzales-Torres, John Lindell, Hunter Reynolds, Tom Cougliani among others. This was the group for those in the art world who may have wanted to be activists but, well, you know how busy we all are...Simon didn't show up and I forgot to ask Bill how Josie and her baby were doing.

ACT UP didn't do much but carry signs and pass out leaflets, which is what we should do anyway. I found Tim and John near the end and gave Tim my sign that read SILENCE=MORT. It's much easier to march when you carry a sign.

I didn't take off my shirt until near the end so I now have a "farmer's tan". Tim disappeared at the end but I found Paul, Mark, Brian, Phil and Cyrus so we went to the Cowgirl Hall of Fame for lunch. Cyrus is from Herford, Texas as is the owner. My hands got sticky from syrup and I watched men with breast implants parade up and down the street through the window.

After lunch we walked over to the piers but didn't go to the $10 dance. Instead we hung out in the 3rd world. Later we watched the fireworks, which were beautiful, but I didn't think it was appropriate to sing "God Bless America." I HATE America and the last thing I want to do is bless it. I wore my whistle but nobody would let me blow it.

The Butcher from New Jersey was hanging out with friends on the street. I hadn't seen him in months but as soon as we said hello we knew we would go back to my place and have sex. It was very nice, very comfortable. We've been doing it so long we know each other's bodies like a map. We're comfortable with each other, as if we were an old married couple only we only sleep together. We've never been out to dinner together or to a movie. We slept with our arms around each other even though it was hot.

There is an ART+ meeting tonight to talk about the upcoming meeting with Ronald Feldman about Kostabi.