Thanks! I had to get special permission since I wasn’t her husband. We had to sign an affadavit that we weren’t having sex in the pumping station. The corporate nurse was there the first few times to oversee all of this but she finally threw up her hands and said, “I’ll just let you guys manage as best you can.” It’s…

I think you’re right. The company moved and then moved again and my female buddy and I moved with them and she lamented the loss of the 200-square-foot women’s restroom.

The facilities are not the same though. I used to work at a company where you needed a key to access the bathrooms. I once stayed after hours and forgot my key so a female buddy let me use the women’s restroom and she stood guard outside. It was amazing. Mirrors. A couch. Grooming products. Very funny notes about…

I’m actually in one of the photos, but I’m obscured. It was really fun, wasn’t it? A great day for the Republic.

I don’t know how old you are but this is not the country I was born into. I’m from the Mad Men era. Interracial marriages used to be forbidden in the south and there were segregated restrooms and drinking fountains and hotels and restaurants. Now all of this, gay marriage, a black president, something approaching a…

When I was twelve my family took a trip to NYC, I don’t know why, my parents honeymooned in NYC so I think it was an anniversary surprise, and it was Pride weekend, unbeknownst to us. So we tried to cross some street but it was crowded and hectic but there was a break and my father, take-charge guy that he was, led us…

I’ll tell you a story about Charleston. One of my female relatives lived for a time in the southwest and she met a guy who was a native of Charleston. They fell in love and married and he decided that they should move to Charleston, to be closer to his ailing parents.

Oh believe me, it helps. I went to a wedding in SC. I went solo because my gay black husband refuses to travel below the Mason-Dixon line and I can’t blame him.

Good luck and God bless. In New York we white people don’t go into churches and gun down black Bible study attendees. My husband’s family was originally from North Carolina. Well, originally from west Africa, but then sold and shipped over to North Carolina. I have (white) relatives who live in the south, so I’m not…

Just thought I would throw this in here.

We looked for over a decade in Manhattan. It was up to me. My now-husband “tasked” me with this. I’m very social so I know a lot of realtors but nothing came of this. A decade of chatting about Manhatan real estate. One day he came home with a prospctus and said,”We’re moving here, start packing.” And so we did.

You live in the US don’t you? Maybe you’ll appreciate this. A week before my 50th birthday a very official looking envelope from DC arrived. I thought it was something about my new health insurance (thanks Obama!) but no, it was from AARP. I literally staggered but I signed up. I haven’t started eating dinner at 4 PM…

I have a beloved older brother who’s in his 60s and a grandfather many times over. I can’t believe it. To me he’s the teenage goofball who used to throw me around when I was a kindergartener. He’s still goofy and vibrant and very well respected in his incredibly specialized field. I have no fear of aging because of…

Hint: My first name isn’t Leif.

I have a very common name in real life and I share it with a teen heartthrob from the 1970s. (I have the real name; he changed his ethnic name to mine.) I had an interaction where I made a joke about my name and she didn’t get it. She was born in 1979. I felt really old when I realized that a woman born in 1979 would…

You should really document this somehow. And are you really black, which adds another layer of pearl-clutching among our fellow Americans?

Welcome to middle age then. If you live to be 99, which you might, your first third would be up to 33, then the middle would be 34-66, and then the last third would be up to 99!

I’ll tell you how I feel. I feel pretty good health-wise. I don’t like going into the office I sometimes go into and find myself sexually attracted to a freelancer. I’ve been faithful to my husband for years so this is notional. Then I do the math. The sexually desirable freelancer is young enough to be my adult son.

Can I ask you what it’s like to be trans and married? You can dismiss this comment, I think, so dismiss away, but I’m gay and have like 200 gay and lesbian friends but no one who is trans. It’s kind of an open-ended question, I know, but would you feel free to talk about your own experience?

Ouch! Sorry about that.