On Why I Need a Friend with a Disposable Income
Welcome back to Summer Domestigays! So much has happened in the few months of my rap-act sabbatical. We have a lot to catch up on in the coming weeks. I promise we will catch up though. M’kay? Kay.
Today, however, I mourn that I do not have a friend with a highly disposable income. If I did, I would have her or him order me this deliciousness:
Melanie from Beeswax and Lavender (a great Gertrude and Alice reference for the literature dorks out there), sent it to me and my mouth immediately dropped! The Manly Art of Knitting! Need I say more? From what I’ve gathered, this (now) expensive and sixty-four page book/let by David Fougner. The book was published in 1972 by Threshold press, which is a British publisher.
Maybe I’ll try my domestigay hand a prostitution—I hear you could make a lot there to afford this book.
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