Today I got two more birthday gifts. The first was from Andrew: a bunny hand puppet. I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair. It's PERFECT. Many co-workers came by to try it out; it was quite the office hit.
The second was from Sven: a hardcover edition of Michael Tolliver Lives, by Armistad Maupin, signed by the author!!! I am the one responsible for Sven reading Tales of the City, despite his assertion that he came to it through M---, a German lesbian he knew when he and I were first roommates. Let me tell you: there is nothing so butch as a Deutsche Dyke. She also hated me, because she was very possessive of Sven. (Seriously, what is up with all these male-obsessed lesbians? I have to compete with lesbians for male attention now?)
So for the record, I was the one who inspired Sven to read TOTC, and now he's made up for the uncomfortable afternoon when we rented An Angel At My Table, directed by Jane Campion, where M---spent the entire time pointedly ignoring me and speaking only to Sven. Sven spent the entire time asking me to translate because he couldn't understand the NZ accents.
And NOW he's dating an Aussie! My, how we've come full circle!!!
I called the Misters Pinczewski-Nolan, and thanked them for my gifts. I was told even more were coming because of course now it was a competition.
Hey, M----. See me? TWO gay men fighting to give me presents!!!!!