Diary

I once again realized that LA can be forgotten but I wanted to checkout Silverlake Hyperion area. And for sex, I realized I can always get that at 8709. Get fun at West Street beach; sun + surf.

As far as WORK goes, I wanted to just do the IBM stuff. But for myself I wanted to get an operational foundation built into the environment which I created last spring. I wanted to come to feel comfortable handling the quanitative and qualitative aspects of my life. But this would fall into two parts, describing the past and preparing for the present and future. After the first week, I sorted out all the qualitative stuff I had prior to arriving here and wrote it up, mostly about Harvard, mostly under Social; then the next two weeks I organized my quantitative information about all the money spent from Jan 15, 1978 till present. The sixth week, I had to prepare for vacation, which Russell + I started on Friday.

However, the quantitative info is still being boiled down in this 2nd half of the summer, and I am presently writing up the qualitative (mostly play, and work) aspects of this spring + summer. And at the same time I am getting knowledge of how to handle both qual + quant into the future. I have been very interested though in using my memory, as much as I can and consequently don't really see the need to write all the summer down.

RUSSELL: of course I have to make mention of this person. After Friday night July 11 watching Norman Is That You, I spent my first full day at the beach, met George Smith, and was taken up to Bob Majors house. But I'd decided to visit Silverlake that evening so I left + found it was pits. Visited Griffith park + saw beautiful, but smoggy sunset. I was chased down the mountain by a cocksucker. Very filling dinner at Frog Pond + explored bars. Not so hot; decided to go to West Hollywood though the decision wasn't firm by any means. I noted the problem of cruising for the ultimate. Eventually went to Studio 1 after saying I'd only go if there was a parking space right in front; a Corvette pulled out just then. Saw Laguna slides and honestly felt proud + homesick. LA sucks. Couple of blonds and a Kehoe type at 8709. Got home at 6:00 AM as sun peeked over the mountains.

Pissed when I woke up, I later realized I'd actually experienced Hyperion: being tempted to West Hollywood. Later went to beach, with idea to sit by volleyball net in order to play. Saw George again. Played volleyball. Craig + Les were at beach too and all of us went up to Bob Majors. And I did a realy triple take when I met Russell Orozco. Hunky Kehoe type. Dinner with Bob Majors + Jorge. Lillie + home.

That was the first of several excellent weekends: San Diego with Mike Regatz, arriving just as Howard Rouse got out of Mercedes. Party. Jimmy Wongs. Mr. Dillions. WCPC. The Hole. Home w/ Mike. Too much to drink but went to Nappy's (ugh). Called Russell (ecstasy). Afternoon, checked Balboa, exercised, Mission Beach, called Russell ("what can I bring"). Dinner at his sisters. Meatball and Airplane. Got nicely laid. Sunday jet ski, home + play some more, myrtle madness with 400 people. Drove around block when I left so he could kiss me goodbye. Remember how nice everything had been at Mikes. Lighting, towels out, etc.

3rd weekend: Watched House on Haunted Hill. Then start to get ready. Buy VERNOR'S wash car, buy Amoretta, exercise, go to depot. Pickup Russell - we had lots to talk about but it really doesn't matter what. Went to beach downstairs by Shrimp + over to Condoes; smoked Panama red + drank Amaretto. Bug jumped into glasses "Disinfects as you drink." Russel felt great lying on me on the beach towel. Full moon with a few clouds for effect. Spent rest of weekend with Bill Glass. Lots of social fun on beach Sunday with Jay Schmidt, Bill Neil, Jerry Kasco, etc. Water was cold. Met Dave (Blond Hunk) + Steve. Got number. Good time at Boom. Greg from Irvine. Bill was impressed I knew Craig from Whittier. Danced with surfer Mike, tall blond.

Thursday Dinner w/ Phil Lightsey at Brisas.

Friday - Up to LA for cards at Pleasure Chest, and 8709 (hot guy from SF and Russ (not Russell) from Orange, also world's smallest cock on a cute blond and one with big blue eyes. Sleep at home 5:30-10:30. Then to beach after breakfast arriving 1:00. Laid around. Read Time. Warm water. Majors. Salty Sam. Write Russell. Insulting astrology cards. Bill Neil invites me to party, at 10:00. Beautiful NM house + art. At Boom later, dance with Dave + go home. Sunday breakfast at Coco's, to beach and sat near Steve + Dave. Volleyball. Several were helpful allowing me to play well water great. Mike Tyler from Arizona, Mike surfer without trunks. Majors, Boom, Shrimp, long lines at J.I.B. Sat on railing of stairs to beach + Jorge comes over. Spent next five hours with him, free Greek dinner, christen his apt w/ Mouton Cadet. Talked about Russell so much I couldn't sleep that night. Toss + turn. Ocean motion from beach didn't help on water bed. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Three lovers rolled into one. Cut up meat into small pieces like Chip does. "Head over heels." Appr'd gifts for his family. Russell is taken by me. Timing

Appendix

Is this the Jerry Kasco residence? and am I speaking to the hunk of the house. That is the man of the house who is the cutest and cuddliest. We are doing a survey and we would like to know which television show best represents your sex life. Now listen carefully you have eight choices:

Rifleman Romper Room Teen Scene Six Million $ Man Streets of San Francisco Odd Couple Happy Days The Price is Right Fantasy Island Thrillseekers That's Incredible Eight is Enough

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