At a party last month, I overheard a conversation of a few people standing near me. Its topic was something dear to my heart: me. Apparently, according to the party-goers, I was dating Choire Sicha right before I had a column at Gawker.
Also? There is this persistent question about whether I know Seth Abramovitch from Defamer. Because he's a beard-y gay and I'm a beard-y gay? (Although now I'm just a mustache-y gay.)
Now? I'm reading that I have a "huge crush" on Sheila McClear. And that I am a tool.
Next? I might hear that I'm having threesomes with Jory, the IT-gay.
For the record:
- I've never dated Sicha. My column was in the works before he started at Gawker. If anything it would have been Doree Shafir or Alex Balk that I diddled, but didn't.
- Not all beard-y gays know each other. Just most of them. And Defamer is in Los Angeles. Do people even have beards in Los Angeles? Isn't Nair pumped into the air there?
- I'm not bisexual enough to crush on McClear. Were she more the Pam Anderson-type, I might. (I like big boobies.)
- Any rumor about the IT-gay can fly.
- I have no association with Gawker Media and haven't written a thing for them in almost six months!
- Finally, and most importantly, I don't date or diddle media people. They are all poor. And gossipy. (Also? Probably why I don't have a regular writing gig. If only there was an editor with whom I shared an attraction.)
Link: EV Grieve: How good places are ruined: One perspective (aka, Sex and the City II: Carrie's Abortion).
