Reasons to be cheerful, part 3

1988, walking home from Spit club with Andy, my gay punk friend. I said, “Those moments when I’m most grateful in life, I feel like ducking my head, to conceal my happiness from envious gods. I felt like that, dancing tonight.”

Andy said, “Your sister’s going home for a Thanksgiving fuck. She’s gonna get stuffed. Ha ha!”

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