"the belly's hunger gives no clue as to the complexity of cuisine." - gayle rubin, on humans' capacity to innovate sexual practices
there are abandoned rubber bands everywhere.
"a musing on happiness"
i watch my dog stand under the kitchen table at dinner time, desperately appealing for any scrap of food, and i wonder if i want anything as much as he wants something to eat.
i watch the boys i babysit writhe in agony when their parents tell them that they are not allowed to use the internet, and i wonder if i love anything as much as they love ipads.
i watch flamboyantly dressed older women flood out of evangelical churches in crown heights on sundays, and i wonder if believe in anything as much as they believe in the importance of wearing giant hats that are the same color as their dress suits.
i watch my therapist frantically grab for his phone when he gets an unexpected call during our session, and i wonder if i would do anything for someone the way he would do anything for his children.
i watch sean white submerge himself in bathtubs full of ice to help his body heal before the olympic trials, and i wonder if i am as resolute about anything as he is about snowboarding.
i also wonder how he works out his upper body, whether he is a little curious, and how i could go about soliciting sex with him.
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i love doing the dishes. i wish i could stay home all day and just do dishes.
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