postcoitus’s pillow talk

Side Note: GO TO LYKE MAGAZINE. It’s a lesbian/lesbian-friendly magazine run out of Philadelphia, go visit and tell everyone about it. And if anyone wants to get involved in writing for it, just tell me! They need writers.

I have a hard on for Whitehead’s piece on Port Authority. After taking the bus back and forth from Baltimore, I now despise Port Authority. The people, the smells, everything. In line to go home for Thanksgiving, I saw a man who works at the gas station by my boyfriend’s parents’ house. He sold me cigarettes before I was 18. It was the strangest thing seeing him out from behind a counter. He had flown in from Pakistan and was taking a bus to Maryland. I can’t imagine traveling for that long. A young man tried to sell me drugs outside the Port Authority once when I had arrived back in the city. He told me I looked like I did cocaine.

The paragraph about all the different people escaping to the, “Biggest hiding place in the world,” really got me. “The inevitable runaways. The abandoned . . . The suitcase is the same one his father used decades before. THis time it will be different . . . She will be witty and stylish there.” Everyone is in there somewhere, or rather, everyone’s reason for coming to the Big Apple are covered… whether you admit those reasons or not, it doesn’t matter. Everyone is running from something.