Went to a drag bar in Soho, and really felt like I was amongst my own people, for the first time ever. It was really kinda sobering and sad knowing I would have to go back "home", to the grim town I live in
Whenever I go to a bookshop, I look to see if they have a copy of Lolita. The book was published 69 years ago today, and has an interesting history regarding its cover art -- the author, Vladimir Nabokov, did not want any depiction of a young girl on the cover, his wishes were not taken into account, and as it stands there are approximately 210 different covers for this one book, many of which feature illustrations depicting girls, much to his distaste. I sort of view the different covers almost like Pokemon cards now, and have a strange curiosity to see every one of them.