It’s a fantasy, love

It’s been over three years since I dropped an L-bomb. I don’t know if that’s a long time or not – and how does one measure that anyway? – but that’s how long it’s been. And in all my years, I’ve only said that word to three men. The operative word being “said.” I’ve loved…

Enter The Void

In eighteen years, I’ve moved fourteen times. Some of the moves have been short, cross-town ventures, but many have been big moves from one part of the country to the other. There is always a sense of not-knowing that lingers in the air at the close of every old apartment door, every old cubical desk…

If a bear shits in the woods…

A couple of months ago, I was out to dinner with two of my guy friends.  We were at a little Italian restaurant in the Hamptons where the tables were dressed with white butcher paper over-top white table cloths.  One of my friends pulled out a pen and began asking us questions that were supposed to…