It's over for me.
It's over for me.
Darling I love you,
But can't you see?
It's over for me.
This week marks the final installment of And the Brand Played On. Once again my article had me sitting in the harbor looking around, trying not to be obvious as I transcribed conversations. And let me tell you, Asian twinks can speak so very quickly. At the end, I put in a little conceit, inserting myself into the conversation. But in the spirit of the article, I made myself sit as described and speak the words. And the description of the clothing I was wearing was 100 per cent real. Yes, I do have designer clothing, just no visible logos.
Some unused lines that never made it to an article:
On the van ride over:
- "Is it Sayville? Seville? Say-ville. Say-ville. Oh. Hm. Cute."
On the beach:
- "He was there during Halston's comeback."
- "What's the name of that girl? The funny girl on HBO? I loved The Comeback!"
In the Harbor, my editor is pointing at a Kiki and Herb poster:
- "Do I want to see that? I think I do."
Everywhere, especially from my friends:
- "You aren't writing this down are you? You better not use my name."
Alternately:
- "Ohmigod. You should write this down. This has to go in your article-thing."
But it never would. I say some crazy shit, but this wasn't about me. Or was it? For as much fun was made at the expense of others, from my own mouth would come things just as vapid or shallow. Because that is the culture of the gays now. We may not know the details of the Stonewall riots or the current status of HIV research, but we all seem to know the current whereabouts of Britney, Paris, Lindsay, and Nicole.
I've considered taking the idea into the city, but there doesn't seem to be an interest in it. Honestly, it's sort of hard work. The open space that is offered in the Pines won't exist here in the city, so my exposure factor is higher. But I might continue it here, over at MO, but it will be more snippet oriented and less long-form. And it will probably invade the privacy of my friends. But maybe.
