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Strangely we awoke early today. I am sorry to say that I laughed when I first saw the footage of the hole where World Trade used to be. I just couldn't process it. There are war planes flying over the East Village.

We began our day on the roof, where neighbors had seen the first plane narrowly miss the Con Ed building on our corner and flew by so close that they could see the passengers inside. How do you comprehend this? Johnny and I went next went to St. Mark's Church where the stillness inside was a welcome relief from the panic on the streets. Walking back, we saw pickup trucks filled with former Masters of the Universe stuffed into the backs like refugees, leaving town.

For those of you far out of town who are trying to reach us - our phones are still out though we are getting some incoming calls. All cellphones seem totally jammed as well.

BTW Kitty may be stuck in Brooklyn tonight near Prospect Park. Please email me at if you might have a place for her tonight should it come to that.
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Strangely enough, I was awake, heard the initial explosion and a woman screaming hysterically on the street. And then the emergency vehicles. I got dressed and went downstairs and was crossing the street when the second plane hit. People were walking north with blood-splattered faces, their clothing shredded. Now, the silence down here is positively eerie, punctuated by the occasional siren, the drone of bombers overhead.

Looking out my window, it is a beautiful sunny day.

The sky is so very blue. Although, if you stand on
first avenue, and look southward, you can see the
smoke in the sky.

All the hospitals are on alert. I am not allowed to leave. The chairs have been moved about in the patient waiting areas, so that hallways are lined with chairs.

They expect them to be lined with bodies. It is all so sureal. Life is about to change in such a drastic way. Just what the
consequences will be remain to be seen...Life will not be the same as we know it.

There is a blood center a block away. There are people lined up around the block to give blood.

There is a strange quiteness and calmness. We
anticipate the bodies to come here...Time will tell.

I am calm. Sad, but calm. I know I will be fine. I am so sorry that there are so many who won't.

It must be so hard Diane - we are all so lost today - I DO envy you one thing though - having a job to do. No one else knows quite what to do with themselves - except the odd poster who doesn't seem to have heard yet.

I have decided, like many others, to just stay online as much as possible -here and on The Well (where we have more than a decade of tragedies shared historically in this way) and urge you all to post about this when you are ready - there IS no precedent for what has happened here today and you are best en famille.


I'm with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma

by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
they've come to drop angelic bombs
the hospital illuminates itself

imaginary walls collapse

O skinny legions run outside
O starry-spangled shock of mercy
The eternal war is here...

-Allen Ginsberg, HOWL (1955-6)
I've just returned from riding my bike downtown to see if I could see more than what's on TV. It just didn't seem real on TV. I was able to ride all the way to Church and Warren Streets. People seem in shock and out-of-their-bodies. The strangest looks on the faces of everyone I passed. Then when I returned to my neighbourhood by St. Vincents, the entire intersection was full of people standing, staring at the hospital. All the doctors and nurses standing by the entrance with stretchers and wheelchairs at the ready,. And then suddenly without warning the entire intersection of people ( me included, singing "God Bless America" at the top of their lungs. I cried.
for the victims who have lost theirs in the blast. I don't know of any other particulars.

We arrived last night from London and awoke to a bright sunny morning. Di walked off to work and I to my car. I heard the first reports at 8:45 I have been between tears and rage all day. I just want to hear from everyone that I know.

I will keep you all as posted as I am with whatever reports that I can get, including any info that I get from Di on the frontline.

my thoughts are constantly with the ones that we have not heard from.



Miami 2017

I've seen the lights go out on Broadway

I saw the Empire State laid low.

And life went on beyond the Palisades,

They all bought bright Cadillacs

And left there long ago.

We held a concert out in Brooklyn

To watch the Island bridges blow.

They turned our power down,

And drove us underground

But we went right on with the show...
(edited by Empress, too damn long)

B. Joel

[This message was edited by Chi Chi on 09-11-01 at 10:52 PM.]
i'm so far away but feel so close to it.
the tears keep coming.
especially when i think about kids whose parents went in to work there this morning.

SO GLAD to see a post from hatches who i know lives close by.

seeing your posts, hearing your voices is a GREAT COMFORT to me here on the other coast.

i love you and am praying for the victims and anyone affected by this. (i.e., all of us.)

here's my quote...
"take care of yourselves. and each other."
-j. springer
The update on donating blood-

They do need blood but cannot process and screen any more till tomorrow. They will need blood tomorrow, and the next day, etc. Some nearby collection points-

Metlife at 5th and 23rd
Bellevue hospital.

I don't think they want people at St. Vincent's though.

LOTS of stores here are closed - an average of two stores open on every block.
I have been online all night, it is almost 9:30am here in Melbourne Australia. I have been frantically e-mailing and over-posting here of course. It's surreal, words fail me but tears keep comming. Yet I am numb. I wish the bars would open. God, ANY bar!

I feel too far away from you all. Thank Goddess for the MotherBoards.

A friend, Andrew Stellman, worked on the 77th floor in World Trade Centre 2. He didn't go to work today. Too close.

My thoughts are with you all. I think of Di. She e-mailed me from the hospital. My love and strength go out to her and to all.

The news in Australia is all about war. I am scared. I'm sure we all are.

love and healing,
i don't know how i feel yet but i am numb.
my father woke me with a call before 9:00am.
i went out on the roof just after the second plane crashed.
rushed off to 28th street and park avenue (26th floor) where i saw the second tower fall.
i still can't believe it. i don't know if i ever will be able to.
i pray for all the people who lost their lives and their loved ones.
i pray for the people who did this.

i was hit hardest when i walked out my door this morning to huge crowds, some in suits covered in dust and all seemed to be calmly dazed.
i cried most of the day.
i was on location in Westchester today, having my cup of coffee and watching Good Morning America when at 8:50... in came the news... i live in tribeca, and it is now in shambles... the eerie thing is... that as of recently, i had taken to have my early morning walk to the Krispy Kreme at the WTC... [which i might have done on this sunny AM]... phone lines were down, TV stations went static, even channel 41 was adding an english version of the news... needless to say, shooting was at a standstill, as we all watched in horror as fellow New Yorkers jumped from 110 burning crumbling stories... i just got to a computer (it is after 11:30 pm now), and tried to call as many as i could during the day, to make sure everyone was ok.... if i haven't spoken or emailed you yet, email me at if you know me, so i know all is well...
From Santa Barbara, via email..

To all my dear friends back east....
earthquakes, wildfires, and mudslides are acts of nature that while oftentimes quite devastating, the cause is somehow "acceptable" or even understandable.
the tragedies that took place this morning--- the most horriffic acts of human nature--- are beyond belief.
sitting out here in this eerily peaceful city, i feel like i have been watching a hollywood movie. there is a definite shift in the way things are that is no longer on the distant horizon, it is upon us. it is now within our individual and collective power to balance this shift with support and go beyond what is in front of us and deliberately, persistantly ---stubbornly!-- search out the threads of hope......

those beautiful and positive energies i send to you now, wishing you well.
salvatore / belladonna
The actress and photographer, Berry Berenson, also the sister of Marisa Berenson and the widow of Anthony Perkins, was unfortunately on Flt 11 that was the second plane to hit the WTC. She was a very talented and beautiful person. I met her several times and found her to be a wonderful and kind person. I am sure that she will much missed by her friends and fans and family.
Contrary to previous reports, TriBeCa is not particularly in shambles; most of the devastation seems to be confined to an area south of Chambers Street. I did hear that the huge antenna that used to top WTC is impaled straight into the ground. I wonder if it's true; very Planet Of The Apes.
Canal Street seems to be a huge holding pen for earth-moving equipment. Cranes and flatbed trucks with concrete barriers on them are parked outside my window.
Last night they would not let me return to my apartment and had sealed off Manhattan below Houston Street on the west side; I had to sleep at TF's house in the West Village. Today, they let me through at Varick Street.
I did notice one lone tranny working the Meat Market, goddess love her; life goes on.
I'm an hour north of NYC, and was on the phone doing an interview with someone in the city when the news came in. We thought it was just a piper cub or some amateur-hour pilot making a small "whoopsie" into the building, and kept on talking. We just had no idea.

Happily, most of the tribe I'm in contact with has checked in, shaken and stirred, but OK.

Got the email that the show will go on tomorrow, and I'm depserate to come to the city to SEE people and connect. But if the area below 14th Street is still blocked off, I will have to settle for continuing to steer strong and hopeful juju everyone's way.

Please take care. xoxox
Together we weave Magical and truly beautiful Art. A Tapestry that is continuously Woven. We are threads of different colours. Some threads be shinier or darker hued. Flecks of gold and silver run through it. We weave this together. We weave the tapestry in revelry and happiness. Brought together together with all the pains and disappointments. We are healed by the weft that is the common experience.

Suddenly, this fabric of our shared consciousness is raveled. The Tapestry becomes frayed. The scattered threads grasp and try to find a purchase.
We seek the familiar. The understanding of this shared experience. we watch in isolation. we attempt to communicate what words cannot convey. We look for the thread we look to the loom. We seek out threads.


Digging in the rubble would be much more preferable than listening to the silence.
I read your report, and thought that the dust that later spiraled through the air was partly cremains. Thinking of so many people I care for, my 'kin', under that flurry of souls was crushing.

I'll check in throughout the day tomorrow. If it looks like you guys *will* be up and running at 2nd and 2nd, I will try to flirt my way past the barricades with bottles of Gatorade or something.

I don't mean to be crude, but, uh, there's no dress code tomorrow, is there? I think I'm gonna have to blue jean it, due to the mass-transit issue, and I really would like to see people. Experiencing this by remote has been very isolating.
I feel hurt, insignificant and helpless. I've suffered several losses in the WTC disaster. I'm angry but know in my heart that anger is not the answer. Strength is. I pray for the souls of the people who have perished and I pray for their families and loved ones. With personal strength and God's help, we'll get through this.
I just had to report that me and the wife went for a walk to the west side and saw something amazing. At Christopher and West Side Hway there's a group of people standing there cheering and clapping as rescue vehicles head up and down the highway. Some people have signs that say "Thank You", some are holding up flags. It really was moving to see these people just giving what they could to the tireless workers downtown. And you culd tell their cheers were being appreciated. That's all for now. Love.
There is a list server for Tom Waites fans called Raindogs. Here is a posting from ground zero.

Sorry for mass mailing this but I've been telling my story so much I figured
this will save me telling it a few dozen more times. Firstly, if anyone was
there or had loved ones there I hope that you and yours are okay and
(physically at least) unscathed. The phrase I heard a lot while I was
downtown all day and night was what soldiers say about a war zone. I was in
'the shit'.

Our headquarters is 6 blocks from ground zero, so I was in it from the
get-go. It basically happened in front of me. The photos and TV coverage may
give one an even better picture than I saw, but watching live and up close is
something I hope never to go through again in my life. Working for NYC Dept.
of Transportation, I was called into service immediately by the emergency
response division. They sent everyone home except our skeleton crew of about
six or seven. I should add here that after the first explosion it was less
than a minute before the police and fire department mobilized and their cars
and trucks were out to the scene. I had gone downstairs to see what was going
on. About ten minutes of jaw-dropping stares later those with me on the
street watched the second explosion. Some had seen the plane hit, but most of
it was obscured because we were looking from behind it and just saw the ball
of flame and smoke projectile vomit out of the other end. I had my digital
camera and took some pictures. You know what it looks like if you've watched
any TV reports. I knew right then that I was needed and headed back to the
DOT Situation Room. I was to assess the traffic conditions on the bridges and
tunnels in the vicinity. Knowing it would be easier to get around, I headed
out on foot armed with my radio, safety vest, dust mask and credentials

I was in a daze awed and humbled and not a little freaked out Bits of debris
-- pipe (plumbing or aircraft), attache cases and knapsacks, concrete and
steel littered the street and flattened all the cars on the northern side
(Vesey Street). A mix of eeirie disbelief, hysterical crying and emergency
personnel were what I encountered. I was about to rendezvous with another DOT
worker at the Office of Emergency Magagement when I was called to the Holland
Tunnel area, so I turned north. I got three blocks when the rumbling began
and everyone, I mean EVERYONE started running. The SouthTower (the second one
that had been hit) was collapsing. I called in to my command what I was
seeing and that I could no longer see the top of the tower. The rumbling
cloud of thick smoke rolled like a tsunami towards us. The crying and panic
had risen to the visual equivalent of a throbbing, out-of-breath sobbing. If
I'd been 2 minutes more lingering in front of OEM I'd have been buried.

I did and saw so many things in the next 28 hours. I shuttled carloads of
bottled water to the triage area by the Ferry terminals. The eerie and (by
now) deserted streets of the Wall Street area were a desolate war zone.
Inches of greyish pale brown powdered dust were over everything and my car,
once blue was now the same color as the sidewalks. I closed streets, I
coordinated the influx of 75 DOT vehicles into our staging area (one block
below Stuyvesant and right in front of the collapsed buildings. I slogged
through the mud of a hundred fire engine hoseleaking soaked streets. There
were hundreds and hundreds of emergency vehicles of all types -- cranes and
dump trucks and ambulances and city busses that shuttled firepersonnel fuel
trucks and flood lights and salvation army meal vans.

There was a lot of waiting and attending briefings while Emergency Management
mobilized personnel and equipment as needed. I am proud that I found use for
some of our trucks. I was placed in charge for the night shift of all DOT
personnel and equipment in the ground zero zone, to be dispatched as needed.
The DOT Emergency Response Assistant Commissioner went home to get some rest.
The rubble was unimaginable. I basically had no real time to process
everything or even sit in front of a TV to get my own information. I made as
many phone calls as I could to all the many concerned friends and family I
have. I am blessed to be so loved. I got home at 10:30am. I had been with
this mayhem for 25 hours. I am exhausted. I got four hours sleep and now 7pm
I'm going back for another 12 hours...

One finally note before I run back there: It's incredible the bravery I've
seen, the generosity of spirit of everyone willing to help -- beyond any
notion of courtesy. Too bad it has to happen mostly in these extreme
circumstances. If we could all be this dedicated to each other -- WORLDWIDE
-- then maybe these things wouldn't happen. Fuck. We've got a long way to
go, still.

Peace and LOVE to you all,
Citizen of Earth
I'm just glad everyone of you is ALIVE and well. Every hour or so I get teary-eyed .... I'm speechless, I feel helpless and very, very sad.

I'm not even afraid for my own safety anymore. I just feel such enormous sadness for all those people in their offices, the rescue workers, the passengers on the those planes and everyone who was killed in this nightmare scenario. And that those two gorgeous buildings, practically like the Great Pyramids to most New Yorkers and such an integral part of our skyline, are gone forever.

I'm also grateful that all the talented, creative, beautiful, eccentric and vibrant personalities from these boards and from the nightlife world that I love can carry on to create a more beautiful tomorrow.

betty domination phoned me tuesday and told me to buy water and canned goods.
well i didn't, went out last night to get some supplies.
toilet paper, water, bread, peanut butter sold out. i got the last few cans of tuna.
i worry about the air. my neighborhood is covered with smoke today.

but i feel strong and know we will rebuild the greatest city in the world.
i am proud to be a new yorker and glad to have such good friends.
thinking more about how it feels like some "thing"- something "inhuman" has attacked us. It reminds me of the first half of Forbidden Planet - where Dr. Morbius (President Bush) remains ignorant as to why all the firepower at his command cant stop the mysterious, terrifying ID monster. Finally he realizes (too late, after many have died) that the ID is a mirror, a supernatural amplification of his unconscious mind.

While terrorists are hardly Bush's personal 'ID' -I believe their actions mirror our country's treatment of others; our lack of real diplomacy and concern for others; our thoughtlessness at the consequences of our actions; and our inability to connect with others and build lasting bridges. I wish Bush would ask the harder questions - Why are so many people willing to give their lives and the lives of innocents to destroy us? What has brought us to this place? How can we fix it?
pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,--
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue--
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Dearest Chi Chi,

Just wanted to let you know that our thoughts are with you and your extended family from here in London. Watching this tragedy unfold on TV... it's a Ballardian hyper-real nightmare screenburning itself onto the global retina, an appalling moment that changes everything. We have all lost our innocence, not just America... Soon, we will really be tested on what we believe in.

And I just pray to the god/ess/s/one mind/thing that we come out of this somehow with our belief in co-operation, not domination culture intact. The future lies ultimately with the chalice, not the blade...

The bravery and dignity of New Yorkers right now is truly humbling.Simon, Neil, Robert and David and all the Salon Kitty crew send their love and thoughts, as do the Skin Two family.

I shall raise a glass to you noble freedom fighters tonight. Are you taking donations at all? Credit cards?

Michelle x x x
Jade, I so agree with your post. I keep thinking of something that was said last night at the memorial service at St. Mark's Church. This beautiful woman (poet, perhaps?) spoke with great dignity. She said "When I looked at the picture of the tower coming down and the cloud of smoke, I saw the mushroom cloud again, the one from the pictures, the cloud WE set off over Hiroshima, come back to us here.."

The affirmation of peace at the end of the service has never seemed so important or real. Though I am totally numb, it allowed me to cry - these incredible people, my neighbors,
had so much dignity - it broke my heart.

Everyone has their own reaction, and is entitled to one, but I feel alot more reassured by the people handing out the Prayer for Peace fliers than by the National Guard jeep parked downstairs.

Before you rush to wave a flag, remember how much the military despises our kind, remember that many of the people crying for New York today usually envision her as the home of "Jew-tranny-nigger-faggot" hell on any day that she is not standing in ruins. Remember that New York under the present regime has been cowed by a petty despot, that our freedoms have been constantly challenged here and sold out to corporate interests.

I mourn all of the victims and am haunted by the pictures, hanging everywhere, of the missing. But evil is everywhere, and all of the bloodshed to come will only strengthen the resolve of all our enemies, including the ones so close to home.

Whether you are pagan, Christian, Buddhist ,
Muslim, Rastafarian, Jewish, Bahai, Hindu, wiccan, WHATEVER.

Pray for peace.

See you tonight..
via email -

hi everyone -- My body is in Chicago, and has been for the last 2 weeks, scheduled to fly back Sunday, if all goes well. My heart and soul have been completely in
NYC since our phone range early Tuesday morning and I turned on the TV. I lost neither friends nor family, but the WTC was a place I loved. It was the first place I worked in New York City and the view out my window at my current job. I could not and cannot
believe what's happened this week.

I can't be with you Thur. evening, altho I wish I
could; but I look forward to seeing you, and the new club, in the coming weeks.

God bless New York City.

emily xyz

I have been feeling a bit like a prisoner out here in Brooklyn - a little removed from everything and not being able to get into Manhattan with ease. I have had off work the past two days and have been glued to the television watching the same horrifying, saddening footage over and over. Outside my window we has ash falling from the sky on Tuesday and a thick cloud of smoke up the street. Luckily, everyone I know who works in the area is safe and alive. But the loss of life is just staggering.
And in the middle of all this horror, my sister in PA just gave birth at 2AM this morning - a big 9 pound girl who promises to be a sassy nightowl like her mother and uncle. And I know it's a little cliche about the "circle of life" but it certainly gives me hope and lifts my spirits today.
I plan to make a pilgrimage to Daddy tonight (if I can get into the East Village) to be with my other family and friends and see you all in good health.

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