A catalog of the stuff in my apartment
The most versatile thing in my home—aside from the sexual tastes of its inhabitants—is the kitchen stool I sometimes use as an end table, a TV dinner tray, a clothes drying rack, a stepladder, and even, on rare occasions, as a kitchen stool. The item dates to the year my husband, Frank, and I lived […]
At a Pride party I attended last month, somebody I had just met asked me if I was gay. “Can’t you tell?” I said. “Sometimes with nerds it’s hard to tell,” he said. I live for that kind of remark because I can’t wait to repeat it. My idea of the perfect material for a […]
The five years my husband, Frank, and I have lived in New York have been turbulent ones for the world, what with the Trump presidency and the pandemic. Not to mention the rise and fall of Quibi. Lest the universe get the idea that we can’t take a hint, we have decided to move. Frank […]
Indirect Objects 