The Gay Curmudgeon

Even if Joe Biden wins the presidency—which, as I write this, remains an open question—yesterday’s election revealed America to be a shockin...

The other day I walked into an art gallery in Soho, an unusual circumstance in and of itself. I flippantly remarked, “I haven’t seen an art ...

  On Monday, I decided to head to Fire Island on a reconnaissance mission. I had heard that things were open there, but I wasn’t sure how t...

  Normally, this weekend (and week and month) would be a time of celebration. But this year, as the entire world suffers from post-traumati...

I couldn’t sleep last night because there was a police helicopter over my neighborhood until 4am and there were police sirens waking m...

I knew something was wrong when I found myself looking at a recipe for avocado toast, that $25 brunch staple that was apparently invent...

  A month ago, I woke up crying, a month after my partner passed away from cancer. Now I’m worried that I can’t cry. I want to remember the...