O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

"Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning."

Not to be nitpicky or anything, but toxicology reports don't have much to do with how many bullets were involved...

6. If your [sic] only going to show up for food and alcohol and really have no interest other than that

Easy solution: don't wear thongs.

He's so fit, everyone else looks like a bag of shit next to him.

Nonsense! Take pride in your work!

all these catty little comments...

The feeeeeeeels.

I'm surprised the Barack/ Beyonce rumor hasn't gotten a second wind. I mean his term is almost over. Her tour w Jay-Z is almost over.

I don't want these man servants if they're going to waste that much champagne when they open the bottles.

I'm an old and cohabited several times (once as a step parent to someone else's wonderful kids) and then got married and 10 years later divorced (with my own kid in the mix). My personal experience is that living together didn't feel like marriage, ever—in part because the legal entanglements and symbolic meaning…

I'm looking forward to reading every single one of these and doing a very, very involved write up about each of them.

I love you for this. Here's something I wrote down yesterday actually, while we're on the subject.

Maybe it's German.

As one of those uppity gays, thank you for writing this. I agree 1000%.

Mark, great article. I've really been enjoying your work lately.

When I was in college, so many of my younger female classmates wanted to be friends with "a gay." I was *not* that gay. Once, one of them ran up to me and grabbed my arm, clinging to me like a barnacle. I shook her off into a bush, but she kept coming back.