After my ex-Jamie announced her engagement (to a man), my therapist implored me to get into situations where I would be in a better position to meet actual lesbians. Deciding to boost my odds beyond the mainly bi-curious table scraps my friends were scavenging for me, I half-heartedly accepted my friend Heather’s invitation to a Gay Pride Parade brunch.
Read MoreHappy Pride! When the clock struck midnight last night, I got out of bed and scurried across the apartment to kiss my wife’s cheek as she put the electric toothbrush down to accept and return the favor.
Read MoreLast weekend I saw NYC 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star, at the New Museum.
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