Richard Grayson

In Elihu’s deserted office, Shelli and I hugged and kissed for a while, and then we went to the ‘Spigot’ office and found Ivan.

We rode into Chinatown, kissing at every red light, almost.

Shelli is a very sexy girl — to me, anyway. It’s a good feeling knowing that I can have a heterosexual relationship.

Tonight Shelli said, “I’ve got you figured out.” I doubt that.

After a recess, I took the stand and corroborated Mark’s testimony, adding that Alice – who’d come in there just to look for a job – did manage to look at the bulletin board. That showed office services hadn’t been suspended.

Kang and I were sitting around when this heavy, 25-ish girl comes in and asks if we’re the newspaper. I told her yes, and she said she was a defendant in the Seattle 8 conspiracy trial. I whisked her into Elihu’s office and interviewed her for half an hour.

People have to rid themselves of old ideas about sex, but it will take time. But that’s coming from a guy who’s pretty hung-up with sex himself.

I’ve been exercising with the barbells for weeks now, and my muscles are beginning to show for it. I don’t have a fantastic build, but it is kind of sexy.

This afternoon, I relaxed and read Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice, a beautiful story. I’m attracted to younger boys like Tadzio; perhaps I’m trying to regain my lost innocence.

I left the theater in a good mood, whistling all the way home. Right at the moment, I don’t care who knows I’m gay — except, perhaps, my family.

On the Mill Basin bus coming home from the station, a very good-looking boy came over and sat down next to me […] He sat really close to me and I had a desire (too weak a word) to embrace him.

I found Peter very attractive this afternoon, and I got the feeling he could also be gay. Am I ready for that kind of relationship? Sometimes I feel an overwhelming need to hold another human being in my arms.