a foot in the mouth

When my beloved David lived across the hall the parties were never-ending. I usually attended with my de rigueur Louis Vuitton bag and snapped the photos. When David said something silly, he never put his own foot in his mouth... he put Bobby's. It looks like Bobby should have done laundry more often or used bleach on his socks. Those were the days of much carefree fun. It was 1976, right before the AIDS devastation. We lost over 20 men to AIDS in my apartment building. There is a sadness I carry with me and a terrific longing for those wonderful days of silliness and laughs. When David moved away, I knew living in this building would change forever. (The bottom photo is David as "Barbra.")