Baltimore part 2: adventures in gaylandia

Every morning in Baltimore, N and I went for a walk. We have gotten in the habit of saving up the ignorant/absurd/painful things others do and sharing them as we stroll about. It feels very cleansing. I've given up hope on most everyone else here.

One morning our daily stroll took us to Baltimore's gay ghetto: rainbow flags on the light poles, leather bars, etc. There were also the most promising-looking coffeehouses that I have seen in quite a while, but that is irrelevant. N is from the south and there are apparently not designated gay neighborhoods in cities there. I was explaining the phenomena, how every city I have lived in has "the gay part of town" when she kicked a box lying in the street.

It was the packaging of a gay porn tape. Priceless.