January 1990 in 1990s

TUESDAY, JANUARY 16, 1990
I have so much to write about since I haven’t been writing regularly. Last time I didn’t even get a chance to finish writing about Kacey as I’ve been busy, busy, busy.

Kacey’s real name is Kathleen and she hates the name Kathy which is a very common name, so she likes Kacey instead.

She works at a huge chemical plant as a chemical operator which she’s done for 6 years and doesn’t really like the people there but says it’s good money. She’d really like to get into photography someday which she’s really good at. She showed me tons of pictures she’s taken and they’re really good. She can draw, too.

We’ve been spending a lot of time together and the time varies cuz she works rotating shifts. This week she’s on 4pm-midnight.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 13, 1990
Springfield, MA
Age 24

What luck and a change of cards! And all within the change of decade. Why couldn’t the 90s have been here sooner? On the night of December 10th, I had my first encounter with a woman named Diana E. We had a one-night stand. I didn’t know it was only gonna be a one-night stand though, cuz I didn’t know she’d never call back or returned any of my messages I left with her sister, but I’m sure glad it turned out the way it did, cuz God or whatever’s up there had better plans for me. I think Diana was simply for the initial experience, even though I’m gay and I’ve known it since I was born.

Diana was part black, part Puerto Rican, and only 20 years old! I usually like them to be older and more mature than 20. She was 5’ 4” and a little chunky, but feminine. You wouldn’t know by looking at her that she’s gay. She was once married to a guy and has 3 kids which she says helped her to really mature and I believe that although that’s quite young to have 3 kids.

Midnight, the 28th of December, me and Andy went to the Pub where I noticed this girl with hair down to her waist who was also feminine. I mean, she doesn’t always wear as much makeup or jewelry as I do, or the kinds of clothes I wear, but you would never suspect just by looking at her that she’s gay. As Andy pointed out, though, she sort of looks like she’s still living in the 70s with her cords and long hair, parted in the middle.

So we started talking, but very briefly, cuz I guess she was caught off guard. She too, had been wondering if there were any feminine women out there who didn’t drink or do drugs and who also weren’t assholes. So we just danced for a little while.

That night I learned her name was Kacey C, that she was 29, 5’ 4” tall, and weighs 115 pounds.

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