Sunday, 23 November 2003 | Martian

Today I remembered, for no apparent reason, that when I was about six or seven, I liked to pretend that I was a Martian. In fact, I somehow roped several of my friends into becoming Martians as well. I don't remember anything that we did to separate ourselves from the non-Martians, except that we had meetings and we said "ciao" instead of "bye." (In the notes we passed it was spelled "chow," however, because we were six and that's how "ciao" was spelled back then.) It was unlike me to start a club, let alone be its leader, but I think that's how it happened. Until the day I overheard one of my friends (a non-Martian) say that the Martians were stupid. Shortly afterward, I quietly became an Earthling again.

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I put up pictures from Wigstock, an all-day drag festival that I wandered around this past August. Go look.