Thanksgiving Recap: Give a Little Respect

Until recently Thanksgiving has been a pretty predictable affair, though for me it's becoming one of those holidays to appreciate only a...

Balm in Gilead

I’ve been trying to figure out my draw to artists like Rickie Lee Jones , and in general my draw to late-career entries of middle-aged lady ...

The Opposite of Sex

Izzy and I went out the other night to celebrate three things: her temporary financial windfall, her (and, to a lesser extent, my) Sober Oc...

I Can Haz Veggieburger?*

So I am writing a book! And it’s not a memoir about my relationship with my mom via being gay. It’s a veggie burger cookbook! I have lots of...

Cold Comforts

Yesterday was a startling reminder of what autumn has in store for us in NY—cool, windy, damp, with unidentifiable allergens flying around. ...

My Thoughts on Whitney Houston

I might be jeopardizing some aspects of my personal life with this ballooning obsession. I identified the origin on my Tumblr —that my earl...

Sometimes I Hate New York for the Same Reasons that I Love It

I was waiting for the G train 20 minutes ago after shopping at Trader Joe's, and a stranger sitting next to me remarked that all the peo...

Cheap Candy Concerns

My previous landlord still hasn’t returned my security deposit. For reasons I won’t go into here, it’s a large security deposit, and because...

The Big Wave

An irritating thing that I encounter when I leave New York is the broad application of the word “different.” My family has been doing this f...

At the Farm

Katie and I went up to our friend Ilsa’s farm in Petersham, MA, last weekend. The house is situated on sixty or so acres of land (the land i...

PoopGroup: WestSide

Hi poopers- it's been a long time and being as I am spending so much time on the west coast these days, I thought I would share some ins...

Book Club: Plays Well with Others

When I first read Plays Well with Others ( Allan Gurganus ), my first explicitly gay novel, and as I have continued to think about the book ...

Eggs

People seem to do okay by eggs. That, or particularities vary enough that most of us, including me, would rather not hear about it. The only...

Goodbye to Some of That

That was some short-lived fun! It's always been hard to reconcile my pre-NY/post-Idaho self, in terms of who my friends are and the deg...

All and Nothing

I'm in Charlotte again, and this has been another few days of indulgent inner reconciliation: loving/hating suburban comforts/my Dad...

RIP, PamPlant

Two summers ago—if we can stretch the imagination so that right now counts as summer—I planted a Lantana bush/shrub at the waterfront park i...

Text from Dad

For future blog-->book-->page-a-day calendar. 1:04 PM: We are on a wine tour. I picked up two dessert wines. One is strawberry and one...

Figuring Out the Opposition

Sigh. Gay marriage. Where to begin? Despite whatever one might glean from my notes here (ie, that beyond poop, I err on the side of prude), ...

Song of [not really] Myself Sunday Dinner

Folks, this has been a tough month. Not tough in the-consequences-are-going-to-kill-me-or-anyone-else way, but tough in the my-poops-aren’t-...