the other day i went to the bookstore with lulu and asked them for a book and they said no they don't have that book, now i forget what book, and i thought, or felt rather, they were feminine though dressed masculine though i'm distinctly uncomfortable with these categories, something in the eyes, and the following day, or the following, i saw them on the street dressed in a skirt and blouse, and i recalled i had said, thanks, man, and as soon as it was out felt embarrassed but i could not say all that now, anyway i might stumble in my words like i do so i just say hi and smile nonchalant but calm and quietly thrilled. i did think they looked good. free palestine.