MEN! MEN! MEN!
Transsexual dispatches from the so-called "male loneliness epidemic"
Greetings friends,
A few vignettes about men and friendship:
I am sitting on a stool at Tattooed Mom, menu in hand, as the bartender waits for my order. “Can I add a side of fries, or is it only the full order?” Burgers are $5 tonight, but fries are $7, and I just can’t justify the full basket — not for health reasons. I’m just cheap; there’s no way a basket of fries contains more than $1 worth of potato; my tolerance for being upcharged maxes out around four bucks. “It’s all or nothing,” he says. I settle for the lonesome burger. The bar is buzzing. A few seats down, two men on a first date talk about their religious trauma. I don’t typically like going out by myself, but bars are ripe for eavesdropping. Tattooed Mom in particular is a good mix of gay and straight, making it a little less intimidating to hang out in. I am reading “All Friends Are Necessary” by Tomas Moniz on my phone. Last week I was here reading “The Loneliness Files” by Athena Dixon. I’ve been thinking about friendsh…