5314. BUILDING YOUR OWN JOHN WAYNE

BUILDING YOUR 

OWN JOHN WAYNE

Put the powder puff down, leave the hair brush

alone. Everything takes a time of its own  -  the painted

owl on the side of the building knows. Building your

own John Wayne  -  like building your Steve McQueen,

takes time. Raw and uncivil time. All the slim gay guys

come running from Chelsea dreaming of this thing and

that. 'I love the cape, I love the make-up, I love the

flowery hat.' Instead, we all sit at the florist's corner,

having fancy coffees in sweet red cups as people

walk by with their dogs and pups. Lovely world!

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'If I ever again saw one of those big tough men from 

the 1950's I'd die!' That was the passing waiter, Marco.

His disdain for the world today, he says, wishing instead

for another time, the time when he had to hide, is based

on his being 'a tired old fag'. I love when they use such

bad words against themselves like that. Like a homie

says 'niggah' to a homie. I can't figure anything out :

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Why would anyone build their own John Wayne?