I dreamt very vividly last night that I was pregnant, and I was directing a play in a dry swimming pool and Geoff Dawe was in it, and I was worried that I would give birth before the show closed.

Portentous? One doubts it.

I cannot even tell you how incredibly sick I am of being called "sir". I've been called "sir" once a week or so for fifteen years, and it's driving me buggy! I remember when I lived in Hoboken and my boyfriend and I would get called "faggots" when we walked down the street holding hands. And I had hair down to my ass at that time, and once I was wearing a skirt!

Long hair, short hair, it doesn't seem to make a difference. I have a girl's face and definitely a girl's figure, but I'm tall, and when people see me out of the corner of their eye, they say "May, I help you, sir?" I got called it the other week, before my last haircut, while wearing Olga Korbut twin ponytails, of all things! What man wears those?!

How stupid ARE the people for whom the new Romeo and Juliet movie was named "William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet"?

Just wondering...

Sign seen in the subway:

"Today's K-Mart
What Manhattan's Been Missing!"

Yeah, right...

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