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...