What the devil is this? It's August and under 65 degrees AND rainy! I'm out here bogus in a thin dress and heels with no coat! Thank God Duane Reade had tights this morning, because I would have been soooo embarrassed to walk around like this all day. I'm trying to be cute 'cause I'm going to Harlem tonight and I need to meet me a (Straight) Langston Hughes. You know, Langston Hughes, Harlem, Harlem Renaissance. 'Cause, you know, it's still 1925 in the Harlem in my head. Because I don't want to acknowledge the Harlem that houses a bunch of gentrifiers and Bill Clinton.
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