Catholic, Gay, and Feeling Fine, Thanks
1: My boss is annoyed with me because I just put in a request to go part-time, so I can spend a full day every work week doing Gershom-type things. It’s okay that he’s annoyed: I know he’d rather I invested more and more of myself in helping him keep the place running smoothly. But…
I’m still trying to hone in on exactly what these drugs are doing for me. This is the best way I can express it so far: they seem to dull my interpretive faculty. That sounds like a bad thing, but it’s not. If my interpretive faculty would just stay in its place, I wouldn’t want…
One summer, age 15, I looked around and noticed I was in a fantastic mood. It wasn’t occasioned by anything in particular. I remember the quality of the sunlight and the feeling of lightness. I told myself, Fix this moment in your memory; you’re feeling good for no reason. Next time you’re feeling bad for…
I’m grateful for the recent influx of traffic, from Matt Fradd’s site and others. At the same time I’m a little concerned that people seeing my blog for the first time are not seeing me at my best: folks, I swear, three months ago I was not a complete neurotic mess. Neither I nor even…
I’m at my friend C.’s lakeside cabin in Maine. We have done nothing the past three days besides eat, sleep, talk, and swim a little. He is here on a sort of retreat from his life, and my situation is similar. Good place for it. Sitting on the deck, we hear the sounds of water,…
