was her song he was playing all the time on the piano. And I couldn't sleep.

And then some crazy whore moved next door and had parties all the time so I had to move out.

I got this hotel at 45th Street and I'm going to keep it. It's really nice. Those 42nd Street whores are really crazy A lot of them don't want to make out, just show off, dye their hair, have people stare at them.

you

And know what it's like. Only ones who stare at them are the tourists. But they really think they're something, they tell their sisters how they broke up the whole street. That's how they talk. I don't think they even make out.

45th Street is a real swinging street. Lots of whores, pimps, gay boys, some of them in drag.

Last week I was with my friend Henry and I saw a colored girl across the street and I said that's some piece and he said that's Louie and sure enough it was.

Louie and his friend make out with drunks and roll them.

I asked Louie don't the drunks know you're not a fish. And she said, "A drunk man is a fool. I put a piece of liver down there and he don't know the difference."

I never go in drag myself. I wouldn't even think of it. MONTREAL

You know when I cruise along Central Park West lots of times guys won't take me home when I tell them I don't have a place because I'm colored. They want to screw you but they don't want to be seen with you. Or they're afraid you'll rob them or something.

It's not that way in Montreal. That place is real, wild, swinging. They have special expensive rooms at the Y and all the queens take them. The showers run all night long.

18

Then some of them stay at the

Queen Elizabeth just to say that they stayed at the Queen Elizabeth. Queens are like that.

But the Canadians love colored boys. We get grabbed up.

Last time I was there a painter said he wanted to paint me. I knew that was a lie.

And he took me to his place, an old Protestant Church converted. He used it as his studio, had his living place in the loft.

And there I was with my legs up looking at the old church ceiling. It was a gas.

Only bad thing happened to me in Montreal was Jesu. That's what the Spaniards call him 'cause he got long hair like Jesus.

I dug the long hair but he was a drag. Spent a whole night working me over, kissing, kissing, nothing else. Then he said he had to go to work and I said, “We haven't had sex." And he said he prefers it that

way

So next time he wanted to spend time I said, look we can go out but then we got to split because I want to make out.

After I came to NYC he kept writing me passionate love letters, but I was wise and told him when he came that I was busy And busy I was till he left.

I had to. I had given him hints but he is not one who takes hints. PRESENT

I think I'm making out okay The hotel likes me. They lend me money whenever I need it.

I like 45th Street. It is swinging. I wouldn't like to live on the East Side or in the 70's or 80's. I'd feel conspicuous with all those screaming queens with their dyed hair hanging out on the stoops.

I've only got a clerk's job. I don't save much but it's okay

I've got a bank loan for my next vacation, a week in Montreal, and