So it's been an asian day, and in a bit I will do the Asianboi roundup, with a new addition. Kean finally made it to New York, and so we lunched and munched on the usual Greek goodness and such, strange to give flesh at last to his familiar voice. He's currently staying in Manhattan in between a reverse-couple (older gaysian, younger whiteboi): they walk on the ceilings and wear shoes (but nice ones) on their heads. And then eventually, after a nice stracciatelli and cheesy salad with D on 31st, and some catching up in his relative newfound idleness and isolation, I was off (bladder full) to Manhattan, in that area near to Web to hang out with Thai, who'd had a traumatic and draumatic (hehe) day with Hardy, his troll du jour. That'll be covered in the Asianboi roundup.

But when we went to Bloomingdale's to pee, in the basement there was a rather hung black homeless dude who kept on lowering and replacing his pants and showing off his horsecock in the hallway leading to the bathroom... I imagine one of the clerks... "Sir... you're making it seen...."