emily and anna and i went to our now-regular brunch place and the always-thrilled maitre d’ poured extra lambrusco into our watermelon cocktails. we talked about anti-oedipus and i told them about my friday night. after, anna said, all caps, “HE SOUNDS GREAT,” which is unprecedented in a sea of texts that say things like “dark” and “bleak” and “GAY.” (the gay thing is about me.)