Said Lis to me yesterday in front of Tomkins Square Park. She was dressed in a color-coordinated purple dress and top. The conversation changed. We then covered circumcision, castration and cunts. Lis bent over laughing on that one. I did too. What fun talking to this woman whom I'd known off and on since moving into the East Village in 1979. She was besties with Elizabeth, my honey-haired last girlfriend who looked like a movie star but whose cunt felt like a monster. Ow. Ew.