Thought.is

Each of us wants to be somebody, to be known and famous and respected in our field. But deep down, we know that very few people really make it.

Who reads anymore, anyway? Besides the best-sellers, that is? The new (or, by now, not so new) electronic media have made us writers into near-irrelevancies.

But now, she says, she feels we can never be boyfriend and girlfriend again. That doesn’t mean that when we see each other from time to time that we can’t express our affection physically.

It was the nicest kiss of my life. I went home to bed and had the most pleasant dreams.

Scott’s still living at the big house in Chevy Chase, dating rich JAPs who go to American (“I made it with the daughter of the doctor who cut off Betty Ford’s tit” – I don’t think I could ever top that line).

“We didn’t intend to move to Madison,” Shelli said. “We didn’t intend to get married,” Jerry added. “We didn’t intend to move to Boston. I didn’t intend to come out. But here we are.”

My car was stolen during the night. . . We called the police and they came right over: the same two officers who were here when there was a shot through the master bedroom window.

Elihu’s father got on the line and said that one of his teachers died suddenly this week. “I’m sorry,” I said, but it didn’t make any sense why he was telling me this. Then he said he’d like to see me to discuss my taking over the dead man’s Freshman Comp course.

If Stefanie gave me any encouragement, I could fall in love with her. But she doesn’t, and so Mikey and I left her house and walked back to his house via the beach. The ocean looked rougher than I would have thought.

I’m aware of my homosexual feelings and will probably act on them some day in the future, but at this point in my life, basically I find the gay world as it’s been shown to me to be a great big bore.