I’m off for the weekend, so here is a brief post some of which I lost yesterday, damn I hate losing posts . . .
  
Story of the noisy straight boy:

Yesterday I was on the dufferin bus reading this zine of poems that regan was on the editorial board for.  This guy next to me first asks me if my name is nancy, I remind him of someone he use to know.  The asks me if I’m reading poems.  He starts reading over my sholder this poem written by this guy about these one night stands he has had.  The guy next to me takes off his glasses and gets a closer look.  I feel like saying “Yes you are reading queer sex poetry!”