Short Q ride with K’von.
After waiting quite a while at E. 63rd St. station with a number of fellow passengers on the platform who caught my eye, including a handsome slender white fag in tight trousers and a somewhat less slender East Asian who showed me his underwear when he briefly kneeled, an F finally arrived but announced that it would be continuing on the Q line and not going to Queens without telling us if other F trains would have the same route and if we should take an alternate route. After nearly all that F’s passengers left to join us on the platform, an unstable male passenger was blocking its doors while shouting an ignorant inquiry about the route to (presumably) the conductor; after I informed him of the announcement he’d apparently missed, he released the doors and stepped out of the doorway but gave the car a backward kick. Only when the next F arrived and my smartphone ran out of power was an announcement made that none would be going to Queens. In a long march, all the people on the platform climbed out of the very deep station and walked along Lexington Ave. together to E. 59th St. station and catch an IRT train (the 6, I believe it was) and ride it one stop to E. 53rd St. sta.
Once there, I was eyeing the white fag as he was walking in front of me to the E. He removed his jacket, and his metal water bottle loudly fell to the floor. As he and I and others continued to the E platform, a man quite intentionally pulled over a newspaper dispenser. I continued watching the cute fag on the E platform but my attention was redirected to two slender swarthy exhausted hairy fags whom I found more attractive. |“Drugs will hurt you.” “Not if you do your research & use good judgement.” Graffiti in E. 53rd St. sta. (1598–99).| They boarded the second car with me and we rode into Queens together, with the sexier of the two repeatedly lifting his shirt to show me his C. Klein underwear. Based on a rubbery wristband with Hebrew text on it and a tiny מגן דוד as a bracelet pendant, I deduced they were Israeli, or at least Jewish. They didn’t care one iota but I said לילה טוב and להתראות to them as I left at my station.
It took me about two hours to get home!
DR, 37th Ave., a.t.m. (02:00).
37th Ave. So many gays out in the area, including the two slender white‐looking guys (pre‐F’town) closely walking, nearly skipping, together headed for some presumably residential destination northward thereof whereto I wanted to follow them, and the cute short brown one (post‐F’town) looking at his mobile device who apparently heard my quiet wolf‐whistle. Pre‐cut cheese, sweet‐potato “noodles,” Canadian‐bacon slices and chicken sausage from F’town. New male cashier, pale and perhaps a bit chunky (or at least having a wide face) with biggish hair, whom I didn’t notice soon enough to have as mine.