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With Grindr, you cannot only find Mr. Right Now, but Mr. Right Next Door. As much as I marvel at the app’s clever name, niche and possibilities, I know that if today I were using it to find love, I would never have met my boyfriend. My problem is simple: I’m geographically narrow-minded.
In addition to Mary Tyler Moore, another triple named gal, Mary Ann Singleton, has eased me through some of life’s sharpest moments. Driving in a U-Haul to Alphabet City nearly 15 years ago, I kept awake listening to my friend Martin read aloud the latest antics of the fallible heroine of Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City series.
When my mother from Texas makes the trek to the Big Apple, I’m always in a panic about how to fill her dance card. Too much two-stepping together time can
Clouds of self-doubt would seep into my mind early every morning in Hollywood—like the June gloom enveloping the LA Temple outside my window. My body wrestled with time zone confusion