Have you ever looked across a crowded room and spotted a stranger and fallen so hopelessly in love that it’s like a conductor struck up an orchestra in your heart and “Some Enchanted Evening” began to play? That’s never happened to me with a woman, but for many years it was how I felt about […]
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Is a marriage really a marriage if you never think about divorce? This month marks nine years since Crankenstein and I started dating, eight since our engagement, and six since we were married. Some of those years were happy, others a mixed bag. More than once we’ve discussed ending things altogether. We persist partly because we’re
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This weekend we hosted Crankenstein’s mom, who dropped in while traveling to a religious event, and I was again reminded that the most confusing relationships I’ve ever had are those involving my in-laws. Though Crankenstein and I do our best to get along with them, I’ll never forget that they weren’t great parents to her.
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My former partner bought our tickets to Cher’s Dressed to Kill Tour as soon as the sale went live in the fall of 2013. The show was scheduled for months later, which gave her adequate time to acquire the tank top she wanted that questionably depicted the iconic performer as Che Guevara. Together we had
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Yesterday I woke up determined to make the most of the next few hours. If my levodopa was timed correctly, I could walk three or four miles while it was still nice and cool outside — which was important because lately I’ve been easily drenched in sweat. Brisk air won’t stop the overheating, but it
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It seems like just yesterday (or nearly a month ago) that I complained about having too many appointments, and now we’re stuck in another of those holding patterns. Things kicked off on Monday with an early morning visit from a woman who restores old windows. A couple years ago she repaired a broken stained glass
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I’m too excited to try to wax poetic about today’s U.S. Open women’s final, so don’t expect much here. Like all Coco Gauff enthusiasts, I felt queasy when Aryna Sabalenka came out guns blazing in the first set. During the second set, when Gauff broke serve, I messaged my best friend, who’d been a nervous
It is a uniquely gay problem to routinely awaken to thoughts of Liza Minnelli, but here I stand before you, dark circles under my eyes, affirming that I’ve been afflicted by this condition for years now, since first listening to Results. Several times a year, sometimes for weeks at a time, I wake up with
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As we settle in for a much-hyped all-American men’s quarterfinal at a sweltering U.S. Open (where I’m hoping for a Ben Shelton victory over Frances Tiafoe), here’s a smattering of unimportant thoughts on recent WTA happenings, from Venus to Coco and a rankings shake-up.
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Though the Twirl review remains overdue at Cranky Lesbian, I wanted to check in and say that I’m fine. My shoulder has been in bad shape, which is frustrating. But I’m almost done with a spate of home improvement project meetings that have sopped up whatever free time I’ve had lately that wasn’t spent rubbing
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