W was 13 years older than me, one of my higher-ups, married to a really wonderful man, female, straight, and a Republican. I was married too, and absolutely dedicated to the idea that I had never loved or truly been attracted to anyone but my husband, which was a self-protective lie in a really miserable circumstance. W and I worked together three days a week, and while she was training me to do one of the things I would end up doing best in my life, she also gave me such wonderful nuggets of advice as “Dazzle them with bullshit” and “Ask forgiveness, not permission,” and “Shit in one hand, wish in the other, see which one fills up first.” She encouraged me to get a better job and to dedicate as little energy as I could to the job I had so that I could give as much as I could to school. Keep reading »
Guest columnists and contributors are generously sharing their talents and insights while I’m taking some time to care for my new baby. Today’s letter is answered by freelance writer, Rachel East, AKA ReginaRey.
About six months ago, the man I thought I was going to marry left me unceremoniously for another woman. During the aftermath – the moving out and settling of affairs — he acted cruelly and horribly, cementing the split and making damn sure I didn’t come back. I spent much of the next few months depressed, having constant nightmares about him, unable to get out of bed and constantly self-medicating, because the reality of my situation was too much to face. I work freelance, and have been accepting just enough work to scrape by, wishing the end of every gig to come so I could get back into bed. Keep reading »
It started my sophomore year of high school with Danny Bonfiglio*. I saw him on the bus wearing Doc Martins and a Sonic Youth T-shirt. He pushed his shoulder length, brown hair out of his eyes long enough to speak to me. “Nice shoes,” he said quietly and continued on to the back of the bus. Keep reading »
Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton had one of those great, epic love affairs that spanned decades. Yes, she had many, many grooms, but I think the fact that Richard was her groom twice qualifies him as the most important man in her life. (Well, with the exception of Michael Jackson, maybe.) Their relationship was tumultuous, full of twists and turns. At times they were madly, passionately in love; at others times, they were hating each other; and sometimes they were just friends. Now we will finally get a glimpse into Burton’s complex inner life and the couple’s complicated relationship. A new set of unpublished love letters from Burton to Taylor will be featured in an upcoming issue of Vanity Fair. Keep reading »