There’s an attractive worker at the corner shop under 37th Rd.; this day, he seemed to be hiding his face with his hand as I passed.
Humid walk from W. 14th St. station.
GA DA at D’tin K.’s apartment, E. 12th St. (6524–26). K’von came out to unlock the front door for me and described the event as a “sausage‐fest.” Not a tremendous number of attendees but many I really like: Ty. P., Rich. P., Bri. Sh., Mike W., John K., S’phen S., later Jon. M. etc. John K. came up to me, referred to me as a سلطان and greeted me in عربية. It was a delight being with centrists, like when Bri. and I were refuting Jon.’s argument about ethnic and racial representation in movies. Rich S. brought along R’ley/Br’ce whom Ty. would later describe as a “boy toy,” and there were at least two of D’tin’s friend there unaffiliated with GA, one of whom was Adam who was not unattractive. An older attendee named Bob was conversational but a bit annoying: He was a little opinionated and would lean in so far to address someone to whom he was talking that he would actually come in front of me and obstruct my view of the person opposite me. He also erroneously presumed B. S. to be gay, although I don’t blame him due to the outstandingly tight jeans. Some of us went up to the roof for a while (6524–25). D’tin repeatedly said that he’d told us to bring women, something whereof I had no recollection. I no longer remember why, but J. K. joked about D’tin giving me a b.j. for some advantageous reason and then D’tin actually jokingly momentarily considered it. Back in the apartment, R. S. made an announcement to the group about an upcoming live‐streaming video series, and we came up with bad titles for it. In front of the building, before departing for our next destination, J. M. got powdered sugar on his nose and pretended it was cocaine (6526).
Bar None, Third Ave., pt. 1. Very loud and rather crowded. My subset of the group stayed mostly near the front. Ty. wanted me to unbutton his sleeve, which was jammed up at his elbow, and said “Unleash me,” so I at first went to undo his trousers. R. S. and R’ley had said goodby before even entering, and then Ty. was describing R’ley in such glowing terms that I suspect he has a crush on him. I was elated when B’dy W. arrived, and I made sure to introduce him to B. S.