All Tomorrow's Parties

But to us it doesn’t feel crazy; there is something alive and magical in the air, what it must have been like in the twenties when Marlene Dietrich was roaming the risqué drag clubs in men’s clothes, when culture and politics collided and the possibilities were revolutionary.

But it isn’t the physical thing that matters; it is the feel of the place. There is no other way to put it than to say that this house is built out of love. This is what you do if you love someone—together you build psychic sanctuaries and within these spaces you share a life.

Hour after hour I replay all the stupidity in my life, all of the wasted time chasing and not being present.

and it was like they weren’t singing about Ginny, the Velvet Underground were singing about me—no, they were talking to me, in my own house,

This music was my Narnian wardrobe, my portal to an alternative universe.

I figured that Bowie was a category beyond heterosexual or homosexual—just sexual.

A year before I would have been shot for being there. Now I was going for a run, as if this were Baltimore or Aspen or New York.

. I wanted to see every church, every painting, every statue, and to be part of this continuum.