Non-Attachment

I started a part-time job at a little place where I make fancy bar food. It’s fun, mostly because it’s a nice space with nice people, it has...

Grindr

At the recommendation of the guy who cuts my hair, I downloaded Grindr onto my phone two weeks ago. I shot and uploaded a seemingly flatteri...

On Fulfillment

One learns to live with one’s regrets. I bank on this, or I know it, I suppose, because I’m not dead yet and I spend a fair amount of time c...

Mental Gymnastics, and Almond-Plum Cobbler for Your 6-inch Skillet

When you live alone, there are few kitchen tools as satisfying as a 6-inch cast-iron skillet. It gives power of purpose, and even a bit of f...

Shortbread Cookies for the Next Flood

If you were on the East coast bracing for Irene, especially in New York, you may have been bored and antsy because you didn’t know what you ...

Circle in the sand

This is something that happened last night. I went to see Rickie Lee Jones—who, as anyone who knows me knows is an artist I’m mildly obsesse...

Weighing in

I woke up this morning, showered, and stepped outside feeling anew: I am a gay man who can get married [here]! As I started thinking through...