I have very fond memories of
vacationing with Marcy. I don't see
her much these days but when I do, it's
always a treat. She's definitely good
people. And very cute to boot.
Marcy's appeal transcends a
bicoastal gay audience. I've known
her since "she was a little boy," who
was still getting more action in camp
than I was, even if it was having a boy
kiss her and then running away from
him. And what's the end result? She
married our camp counselor and
had his baby, and I'm still living alone
in a tiny studio in Manhattan. Who's
happier? Who knows. Let's just say
it's her. But she's kept me as a friend
throughout and hasn't asked me to
change her son's diapers, which I
TRULY appreciate. And I've always
treasured our margarita moments,
which I hope will continue for the rest
of my drunken, camp-addled life. All
hail Dr. Fels!
Eric, I hate to point this out in such a
public forum, but without me, you
would have had all of the fag-hag
training responsibilities! She came
to you with some experience. I
became Marcy's first gay friend in
1993 and introduced her to good
fashion sense (the yellow sweater
with the big bird in the middle that
Marcy defended as "hand-knit" is
history), took her to her first gay club,
and watched as stomach cramps
prevented here from enjoying
"Angels in America." But I agree with
you, she is the cutest and greatest
friend a gay guy could have- what's
not to love about Marcy?
vacationing with Marcy. I don't see
her much these days but when I do, it's
always a treat. She's definitely good
people. And very cute to boot.
bicoastal gay audience. I've known
her since "she was a little boy," who
was still getting more action in camp
than I was, even if it was having a boy
kiss her and then running away from
him. And what's the end result? She
married our camp counselor and
had his baby, and I'm still living alone
in a tiny studio in Manhattan. Who's
happier? Who knows. Let's just say
it's her. But she's kept me as a friend
throughout and hasn't asked me to
change her son's diapers, which I
TRULY appreciate. And I've always
treasured our margarita moments,
which I hope will continue for the rest
of my drunken, camp-addled life. All
hail Dr. Fels!
public forum, but without me, you
would have had all of the fag-hag
training responsibilities! She came
to you with some experience. I
became Marcy's first gay friend in
1993 and introduced her to good
fashion sense (the yellow sweater
with the big bird in the middle that
Marcy defended as "hand-knit" is
history), took her to her first gay club,
and watched as stomach cramps
prevented here from enjoying
"Angels in America." But I agree with
you, she is the cutest and greatest
friend a gay guy could have- what's
not to love about Marcy?