went to a reading of two of my favorite poet/novelists yesterday, eileen myles and michelle tea, plus tara jepsen, samuel topiary, and emma lamar.
it was great, but the cool queers wouldn’t clap or show enthusiasm because i guess it’s passe to be appreciative. either way, i was happy. even amidst the chatter of “i can’t believe she included footnotes in her book, when they aren’t even academic. they were just pointless.”