I was just wadding up a piece of toilet paper and wiping it under my eye when the door to the men’s room opened, bringing a blast of club/bar noise with it: jukebox pumped through the PA, bottles clinking, people talking in that rowdy bar way. The wad of paper came away from my skin […]
I always thought that eye makeup would be as garish and obvious to the wearer as it was to an onlooker—like horn-rimmed glasses or mirror shades or something. I was wrong; once the mascara and eyeliner and eyebrow pencil and whatever else were on, I forgot about them. Which meant that I got a mild […]
I’m starting here because I have to start telling my story somewhere, and that night is as good as any. This is a love story, but I can’t tell you about him yet. I’ve got to tell you something about myself first. So let’s start in 1986. In Providence, Rhode Island. The night I was […]