Cinema last night (this is how I started my last journal, I know, but this is a new one): Born in Flames, a radical feminist punk movie from 1983. It's sort of dated and rather belligerent (although this, I suppose, is the point), plus its mischievous targeting of the World Trade Centre means it'll probably never be seen in the same light again after 9/11. But its ultimate message - that we need to stop thinking of revolutionary politics as a thing of the past, as a thing that previous generations used to do - is more relevant than ever.
By God, though, the 1980s are looking like a long time ago... It makes me sad.
Afterwards, as it's not properly dark yet, I wander around town for a while and, once again, fail to muster the courage to enter a gay bar on my own and, instead, wind up in an old man's pub drinking a pint of Guinness and thereby breaking another of my good resolutions: not to drink alone. This is pathetic. I am pathetic.
By God, though, the 1980s are looking like a long time ago... It makes me sad.
Afterwards, as it's not properly dark yet, I wander around town for a while and, once again, fail to muster the courage to enter a gay bar on my own and, instead, wind up in an old man's pub drinking a pint of Guinness and thereby breaking another of my good resolutions: not to drink alone. This is pathetic. I am pathetic.
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...and yes the 80's do seem so far away.......I wish it was 1988 again so I could be 15 instead of 30..that was a good year!
Adios!
PS: Its not the gay bars you should fear, but the pretentious, trendy hipster bars, gay bars and fetish clubs are one of the few places I feel comfortable going by myself.
...and yes the 80's do seem so far away.......I wish it was 1988 again so I could be 15 instead of 30..that was a good year!
Adios!
PS: Its not the gay bars you should fear, but the pretentious, trendy hipster bars, gay bars and fetish clubs are one of the few places I feel comfortable going by myself.