Finding Kurt, I: In Which the Narrator Behaves (Very) Badly

Finding Kurt, I: In Which the Narrator Behaves (Very) Badly

Some more Bad, Bad Love this week…with Valentine’s still in the air, no less. It might have been him. Really, truly, might have been him. It was the 90s. Chronologically, maybe even geographically, it was within the realm of possibility. It wasn’t. I knew that....
Girls in Fields

Girls in Fields

“For of course that’s what happened; you’ve known that all along; even if you don’t read the papers, you know what the world’s like, and the minute you heard my voice you knew I was going to tell a story you’ve heard a thousand times before. You duck your head...
Alley Cat

Alley Cat

I’m a ghost here, a cat with nine lives in this city, and most of them are past. The place I stayed this time, in the 50s, had me walking through the theater district, remembering the first one. A brief, little one, that left a mark. We saw Cats, the musical, the...
L’Amour Fou

L’Amour Fou

More bad love this week. This time with me behaving badly. Because there has to be something wrong with the ones who want you, right? I think I may have mentioned once or twice that, in my day job, I’m a medievalist. And one of my areas of specialization—if you know...
Love in the Gutter

Love in the Gutter

Now we’re going to talk about love. Not because Valentine’s Day is practically upon us, squeezing our throats and hearts (come on, you know Hallmark cards make you tear up), forcing us to stare our sad little love lives square in the face. More like in spite of that....