_Meet the superheroes:_ SUPERFAGGIT: Hello. SUPERLOSER:Hello. SUPERBUNNY: Hello. SUPERBUFF: Hello. SUPERFRIEND: Hello. SUPERSUCKER: Hello. SUPERNIGGER: Hello. ME: You all usually do your laundry together on Saturday nights, dressed like that, or is a special occasion? SUPERFAGGIT: So you’re a gay person, then? ME: Sometimes. SUPERFAGGIT: What does that mean, “sometimes”? ME: Sometimes. SUPERFAGGIT: I’m a full time gay person. ME: Congratulations: SUPERFAGGIT: What do you do when you’re not gay? ME: I drive down the street near the gay quadrant and yell “FUCKING FAGGIT!” at boys on bikes. SUPERFAGGIT: How absolutely abhorrent. ME: Ah, you like it and you know it. SUPERFAGGIT: You might be right, you might be right. Or, you sense that I am stronger than you and you are desperate. ME: Somebody save me here. _Well, there’s a room full of Superheroes . . . ._ Shut up, Italic Me. _Sorry._ SUPERFAGGIT: No one is going to save you. ME: I’ve got to go. _[rises, crosses without getting clothes out of dryer towards front door, which is on an angle to the intersection of two streets: a fluid light one and a chalky grey one.]_ LAUNDROMAT GUY: Ho, no you don’t. _[Stands in ME’s way, all leathery and busting at the seams.]_ ME: Ah, heheh . . . . SUPERNIGGER: _[advancing towards ME with a menace few white people can muster]_ Fucking faggit . . . .