I am at the gay library. I have been here for 35 minutes. Thus far:

A gay man danced a self choreographed clogging solo.

I've handled at least 10 separate pornographic books. (hardcore, gay.) Spanning the genres of, erotica, vampire fiction, locker room porn and comic books.

A lesbian couple came in. One of them had laryngitis because she "raised the energy level for tibet" on thursday in northhampton. She used the library desk to confess to me as if I were a priest. She confessed to IMing with a lady from puerto rico. Her gf, who stood awkwardly by, seemed less than thrilled about that.

The woman begged to be able to take out a gay porn comic book. I decided to let her, even though technically her address is a bit far away to comply with our policies. They gays are always making exceptions to other gays. I can let one crazy lesbian take out some dick drawings.

Having checked out the book, the woman proceeded to ask me to mail her electric bill and to give me her email address, again, with her girlfriend standing right there. She told me she had considered transitioning, but then reconsidered. Tangentially, the gay comic book had something to do with that struggle.

She described finding Harvey Firestein talking with a gorgeous drag queen in the gay garden here. He recommended they go to Sammy's Noodle Shop. The long suffering gf was starving and she asked for directions. I gave them. Laryngitis lady then took a vow of silence and promptly broke it. They left. Two minutes later she was back, stood in the sun, bowed, lined up her feet and started out again.

How can I ever work in a non-gay library after this?

**update**
While sorting donations, I came across a book entitled "Anal Cousins." Part of the sorting is into piles of queer and non queer materials. SHOCKINGLY, ANAL COUSINS is NOT a gay book. ANAL COUSINS IS NOT GAY! I am learning so much!

**update 2**
Apparently at the gay shul my co-volunteer attends, Purim had a Barbara Streisand theme