Tag: east village

“Nighty night, little bunny rabbit.” -more looking back

.Reading time 2 minutes.

“Nighty night, little bunny rabbit.” And we all go to sleep, dream, drip. My heart is racing. I am going to forget about men altogether right now and just create create create. I am miserable and a fiend, a total hyperactive freak. And the Goddess is not coming out. The Goddess is shrinking under me. […]

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1968 – How Does it Feel?

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Fascinating interview covering topics of homosexuality, women, writing, aging . . . Mr. Crisp used to have breakfast frequently at a restaurant I worked at in the East Village. He was very generous.

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