One of us was demonstrating with Drag Queen Weddings For Equality for gay marriage rights in America. The other was handing out flyers, promoting a shitty Off-Broadway show with “Marriage” in the title.
If you’ve been watching RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 8, you might say, “Pics or it didn’t happen,”. Read More
It’s a question that often comes up on a second or third date. An innocent question with a more innocent answer:
The follow up question always pops up in my head but I never ask it aloud: Will you actually use this information? Are there flowers in our future? Read More
While you all were drinking margaritas, celebrating Cinco De Mayo, I sipped a local draft beer and celebrated one of my New York dreams coming true!
The San Francisco native in me starting doing an interpretive dance expressing JOY the minute I heard this news. I’ve been waiting years for this! Read More
Continued from Part 1 and Part 2
I was sitting on a hard wooden bench waiting to testify in front of a grand jury at the New York City courthouse. An older man, probably in his 50s, came up to me. He had a large bruise covering a considerable part of his face and a big white bandage just above his left eye.
“Are you the woman who chased the guy?” He asked me.
“Yeah,” I replied, some what sheepishly, “That was me.”
“Thank you,” said the man, “Without you, he would have gotten away.”
That’s when I learned the person who had stolen my phone, the one who I had chased down the street, taunting when he slowed down, had targeted two people before me. Each of those two people had been physically assaulted, punched in the face by the man I’d screamed “FUCK YOU” at countless times. They’d been hospitalized, bruised, had gravel from the city streets removed from gaping wounds on their faces. I’d come face to face with their attacker and walked away with out a scratch.
It was 5pm on a Friday and I found myself with no plans for the evening. Instead of going straight home to a bottle of pinot noir and the new season of Kimmy Schmidt, I decided to take a long walk in the park. Central Park.
Is that weird?
Is it weird it felt weird? Read More
What’s the number one thing you SHOULD NOT do if you get mugged?
A. Chase the mugger.
B. Try to be a hero.
C. Channel the crazy pirate character you used to play at Renaissance festivals.
I got robbed on the streets of NYC last week and guess what I did?
D. ALL OFF THE ABOVE. Read More
“I’ve lived in NYC almost eight years and I’ve never been robbed!” Hahaha! Like, isn’t that so funny!
I spoke these words whilst on a date Sunday evening. What a fool I was. Such hubris angers the New York City gods. Everyone knows that! I would be punished.
Sure enough, 28 hours late I was sprinting down 26th Street, yelling “FUCK YOU! HE STOLE MY PHONE! FUCK YOU!” In hindsight, the clichéd “STOP! THIEF!” would have been more affective. But no, even in moments of extreme duress, I am overly wordy. I hysterically scream from the heart, man.
