Harvey Stonewall (loveislove) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-04-03 13:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | democratic party, lgbtq culture |
Who: Glibt and the Democratic Party
Where: Mark's brownstone, upper east side
When: Friday afternoon
Warnings: Possible language.
The Hilton was distracting. With the victory in Iowa that morning, the way he could feel his people celebrating nationwide, the way that he could feel the homosexual sex going on around him throughout the hotel, Glibt wasn't getting any work done. Sure, he had called a few of his friends/lovers in the entertainment industry and had managed to raise four million already, but it simply wasn't enough. The night before, he had found himself at the Stonewall yet again and having left after simply staring at it for hours, he had wandered through the tent cities.
It was heartbreaking. His people were there too, in amongst the homeless and Glibt had instantly went to the nearest corner deli, purchased as many sandwiches as his debit card would allow and spent the late hours of Thursday night passing them out to the thankful crowds. But it still wasn't enough and it was with a slightly heavy heart that he packed up the clothes and shoes that weren't in storage back in California. The essentials, really, but they filled up two big suitcases and a rather large duffel bag before he was dragging it all downstairs where the woman at the front desk helped him out, called him a cab and then asked for his number. Brushing her off politely, he managed to shove his things into the cab before telling the driver Mark's address.
The driver was instantly able to tell that Glibt had a sympathetic ear and they were still chatting about his daughter by the time they pulled up and the driver hopped out to help the god with his things. "Just be sensitive, yeah? It's hard to come out to your friends, let alone your family. Make sure she knows you love her no matter what." With a smile once they had reached the porch, Glibt paid the man, giving him a huge tip and watching him walk away with a bit of a sigh. At least the girl had someone supportive in her life. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind, he knocked on the door, shifting a bit anxiously. The Democratic Party was one of his heroes, up there with his major activists and was it wrong to want to help and impress him?