Live from Cambridge Street!

andy pink — live from cambridge street, harvard square: toys in boats, guacamole included ($2.99)

i spent most of the day in harvard square, went to peet's, my old haunt, and i saw a number of cute boys over there, i guess harvard has an impressive student body, windy, but i hung out in the yard, did some good smoking, thought about eating at sweetgreen but thought i would save my meal for home with pasta and rao's (about 1000 calorie/day, which is set) — i wanted to get a haircut so i meandered/hunted around harvard, up every street near the center, finally concluding that brattle street would be the best choice to find something but no — i can say definitely that there are no salons in harvard square. i sort of thought i was going crazy trying to find a salon (anything), and once again felt like i was in a david lynch flick, but i couldn't imagine the delusion spreading from my bedroom to harvard square, including giant moving set pieces, so i took the turn toward cambridge street, i know it's like the hairdresser center of the world (i hear the rat just now, who usually stays locked away in the basement until the evenings ) — anyway, i ended up at "supreme," i had walked into the place next door that had 4 black women in it, and i felt like i was intruding on the meeting of a secret society so i left — they were very nice, but the cutter was not prepared to lay into a white boy's hair — so i spotted supreme next door and there was a latino man cutting the hair of a latino boy (who was hot) — they both evidently did not speak english but i wagered that i had been there once before and that it was fine. i waited what seemed like two hours for him to finish this precious boy, but i waited, finally succumbing to the denzel washington issue of esquire, and finally he finished up the boy and seemed genuinely happy to see me, hector, and was happy to cut my hair (i gave him a $12 tip). we tried to talk but it was impossible; all i got was that he was from guatamala. he was cute, hector, and i tried to explain — visually, theatrically, physically — but really to no avail, so i let him do his thing. finally, i'm very happy with the cut, he even did my brows, and textured and shortened the back, so i'm feeling good about my hair!

10 reasons rich's vagina is leaking:

1. his vagina doesn't know where to put the cum

2. she's trying to be functional

3. she's trying to find her own semi-woke voice

4. she's in a sewer and figures: when in rome...

5. she's just really moist (ewwww)

6. she's not leaking, she's drooling

7. she's upset about the ending of "steal magnolias"

8. she's doing what vaginas tend to do

9. she's worried about what comes next

10. i don't know, i'm over here where the dicks are

rich has inspired me, and that is a wonderful thing (though i have yet to make moves on the gay manuscript which is dedicated to beautiful barista boys like himself) — rich may not continue to amuse me from a distance — i will eventually gaze elsewhere — but for now he is a good reason to get back to work and to eventually make art from my 1369 disappointments.

from andy to yours, in this time of swollen cocks and watery vaginas, from a distance i can see you and love you (i feel it) —

xo andy pink

Sarah and Michael, October 2025