Delany.

I'm reading Times Square Red Time Square Blue by Samuel R. Delany. I'm not a science fiction fan, but years ago I read his memoir The Motion of Light in Water, which is about his life as a young writer living on the Lower East Side in the late sixties, when he was married to the poet Marilyn Hacker. It was one of those life-changing books.

This book I'm reading now is about the Times Square porn theaters, from the seventies through the nineties. I don't know of anyone who writes so humanely, and so sanely, about anonymous public sex. Anyone who doesn't understand why some people seek it, enjoy it, even consider it important, should read this book.

Making a living.

I'm broke again, but still determined to avoid getting a job for as long as I can. I screened for another drug trial today. This one is shorter and pays less than the one I did in the fall, so I'll probably have to do another one immediately after.

I guess this is how I make my living now.

The life.

There's no way you can know, here at the beginning of this project, everything you need to know about me for what I write now to make sense. So I'll just start, and trust that before too long details will accumulate and fall into place, creating an impression of a person who lives in a certain place and does certain things, who is surrounded by certain people, who has been here and there at this time and that, and has this to say about it.

I am 45 years old. I moved here to Austin last fall. There's not much about my life now that I recognize as a continuation of anything that came before. Maybe that's enough said for now.

More tomorrow.