But will it stay ….
The same Broad as pre-COVID? Fuggetaboutit
Photo: Russ Rowland
I’ve definitely changed a bit since The Plague. Little things like — taking a whole day to just ... walk — so not me — meeting a friend for a middle-of-the-day coffee — whoa — taking the time to feel the city as it eeks (more like rages) open. Does it feel different? Do I?
Here's my yesterday, ranked by Covid Change factor:
1. Hair Cut: Desperately needed. Went to a friend of my present beau. Damn good job for ¼ of the price. She and I clicked — a real Glorious Broad. She was the best friend of his wife, who passed away two years ago. Talking to her made me feel like I knew this woman a little more — instead of being the (sometimes) jealous asshole I can slip into. I felt happy he found such a great partner and for so long before — me. We played Sinead O'Connor. I felt moved, lifted and grounded at the same time. Covid Change? I think yes.
2. On the streets: An occasional eye lock with a stranger. Sometimes, for fun, I admire a young stud. I can’t tell if he is responsive or weirded out. I don’t give a fuck. Definitely Covid Change.
3. Dumpy "spa" appt: How one forgets the INTIMACY of a wax — literally crawling inside your butt and pussy. This joint (I can't type spa again with a straight face) is run by Russians — but not MEAN — they blared Donna Summer’s disco version of MacArthur park throughout the torture. What the fuck did that song mean? But I loved Tania — and left the torture chamber humming, contented. Covid inspired? Not feeling pissy after a wax? Big time Covid Change.
4. Walking down 16th street: Finding the store, “Kidding Around” — which I’ve been trying to remember the name of for weeks as there is a new special baby in my life. BLING! But its fucking huge. “You were small and intimate — what happened?” Retail kid says (a bit condescendingly): Umm that was 28 years ago. But I did the math. Time flies. Nothing to do with Covid — except that bejesus this cute shop LASTED. And I was not a bitch to the kid!!! In fact, I was charming and explained when I was there last. Covid Change — a definite maybe.
5. The Murrays Bagel Miracle: I indulged in a glorious huge bagel with everything. Had the discipline to leave the other half on a 14th street ragged corner. Hope they like lox. I remember Andy Warhol did this after a luxury dinner — left little boxes of leftovers around town. So, I did it for Andy. Covid Change — yep.
NY deliciousness. Shared.
6. I hate to shop: But forced myself into Banana Republic. Not my style BUT figured I could funk up the basic boring prep look when home. After all, I was off to the Hamptons and when in Rome … The young sales kid and I had fun screwing the system finding every “deal” there was. Walked out of there with 2 pairs of shoes and many a basic bit under 200 bucks — under 30 minutes. The hilarious “screw the system” chats with this young GB were Covid Change fer sher, full retail price is a Never Again. For moi.
7. After this me me me day, I met up with Glorious Broad #18, ASIA and watched some stupendous flamenco. Toward the end of our margarita fueled catchup, a homeless guy approached.— My immediate reaction was — oh shit — how do I blow out of here? Not ASIA. She listened. She talked. She gave him respect. I saw this man transform from a homeless “tragedy” — to a person relieved to have another person to hear him. And I learned more about her — more about him — more about what COVID has done to all of us, with and without homes. Covid Change: off the charts.
Thank you, ASIA — you’re a pisser, I love you and appreciate you for being so damn glorious.
What about ya'll? Are you seeing, feeling some Covid changes in YOU? Tell me.