There, as usual, she found her husband asleep in the flickering light of MTV. She knelt by the sofa and laid her hand gently on his chest. Hey, she whispered. Who’s it gonna be? Me or Pat Benatar? He...
Well … not exactly together. He’d buy a sofa and I’d buy a couple of matching chairs. One has to plan on divorce at all times … still, it was a landmark of sorts. I’d never gotten to the furniture-buy...
Transcendental volleyball
Jesus Christ, you people are complicated.
Numbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
The rules of a well-ordered life were never enough when other people refused to obey them.
You don’t really know for certain about a family until somebody dies. You don’t know anything until that happens. She
Well … everything gets old after a while. I personally get a little sick of wrecking my liver at The Lion for the privilege of tricking with some guy whose lover is in L.A. for the weekend.
We have rules. Full disclosure, for one thing. And we're in bed with each other at the end of the day. Our commitment is for life, and we save our hearts for each other. That way we can have play AND...
Garbage, you know, is very revealing.It beats the shit out of tarot cards.
Over the next eight years, almost without noticing, I arrived at a quiet revelation. You could make a home by yourself. You could fill that home with friends and friendly strangers without someone sle...
Michael’s generation—its history of fighting disease and bigotry—sometimes made him grumpier than Ben would like him to be, but he knew what he’d found in Michael: a gift for intimacy like none Ben ha...
Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City...
Ohhh, that feels lovely. The earth knows exactly how to hold us if we just let it.
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on.The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. Screw that, she said quietly.What?Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught...
Who’s Sally Bowles? asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. She used to be married to Ansel Adams. You’re kidding? Yes, I am, I said. Jake
Down the Peninsula at Cypress Lawn Cemetery, a woman in a paisley turban climbed out of a battered automobile and trudged up the hillside to a new grave.She stood there for a moment, humming to hersel...
The hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later....
The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh!Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. An echo! exclaimed...
Men and women, both straight and gay, who don’t consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren’t radicals or weirdos, Mama. They are shop clerks and bankers and little ol...
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