fitzrovia notebook (i)
The random collision of American undergraduates abroad with UK nondom locals at the, um, local. Seated together outside, nondoms buy the drinks and make fun of the males for having gay sex last night with each other while, as it were, the girls drunkenly cooked.
It is an extrapolation, a fiction…
The nondoms are in the import-export trade while the Americans are in shorts.
The boys take it. They are wearing sandles. They are not gay. They are confused by the morés of their new neighborhood, where they will live for the summer. Perhaps the girls are too, but they won’t show it.
Knowing looks all around.
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Brilliance of smoking, one gets to move rather than simply sit and thus one gets to hear…
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June 11, 2011 at 4:43 pm