#thesilverfox

I’m currently getting ready/trying on every conservative blue dress I own preparing to meet Jason’s dad on Governor’s Island. We (the silver fox and I) thought it would be less pressure to meet out and do something while he visits rather than a sit down dinner somewhere in the dirty Jerz. I guess I’m glad I’m meeting him now before I end up crashing on his couch in Ohio in a few short weeks. 

It was just…apathy, and plenty of it. I seem to have an endless supply of ennui. Someone <glares at reflection in phone> took advice from a professional and all heck broke loose. I’d thought my susceptibility to this type of personal mayhem was behind me. No kidding, I have a list of doctors who will back this up. My standard response when a doctor advises me ranges from mild hostility – think…

I was walking back from breakfast this morning with the Silver Fox and made one of my trademark inane observations. One does hate an awkward silence, and this one’s a giver. “Fire truck.” Which I then followed up with a bit of context for clarity. Another of my generous and never requested habits for all mankind. “The pickup, not one of the big rigs.” Which is a fair point. No one in my…

The day after Election Day in 2016 is, hands down, the most epically brutal hangover I’ve had in my life. And you have to keep in mind that I went to college and drank in gay bars (IYKYK) when I was younger, so that’s really saying a thing. I have no idea how the 2020 election was as close as it was. I know how the 2016 election went sideways. In my mind, it will always come down to the Bernie…

I rant into a neighbor outside my building tonight, coming back from the Brodega. He was just standing by the curb, staring at his phone. I said “Hey” and asked what he was up to. “Waiting for a pizza”, he replied. Couple things you need to know: 1) He’s super hot 2) His GF is definitely punching up. 2A) This – in some whackadoodle manner – makes me think I have a shot. 3) I have zero…

Ok, first…the Silver Fox isn’t dead! That said, he’s not yet out of hospital, this being day 15. “What the fuck” does not convey the level of conflict I have over that length of stay. Mind you, this is also with no immediate end to the stay on the horizon. My conflict is between relief that he survived an aneurysm and that his doctor said if he wasn’t in such good shape, he wouldn’t have. That…

That title seem like it has an unnecessary U or two in it to you? Yeah, well, that’s because I’m currently on stand by to see if my morning will have the inevitable U in it that awaits us all at some point in our lives or not. The Silver Fox went into surgery at around 530. When I let his ex-wife into his condo for the night – and parked her car in the garage for her, because she’s infamously…