Fruma Sarah

Ok. Clothes off. Makeup off. Pajamas on. Sleep med swallowed. It’s 5:24 a.m. and there is a car full of teenagers parked downstairs blasting WAP. Aaaaah, NYC. Was tonight’s outfit a bomb? Not entirely. It was a rush. A rough draft. A first attempt. Lessons were learned. Wisdom engaged. A foundation laid. Why do I […]

Takeaways from today’s Unfinished Live 2022 talks at The Shed

I virtually attended a conference today. Everything about the future of tech/engagement/IP/civil discourse/art/literature/hacking/etc. Cool stuff. Here are some preliminary takeaways: 1. The role of red teams:A red team is a group of people who play devil’s advocate in order to secure feedback. We all have blind spots. I’m autistic and we’re excellent at pointing out […]

Believe it or not, it’s just me

I have this superpower with men. I make the perfect platonic girl friend. I can’t tell you how many times it has happened. I only started figuring people out a few years ago, but once I did, I went to the head of the class. Everyone loves feeling understood and I give that. I can […]

Father figure

Andrea helped me work something out last night, which is reason of itself to go out on a Wednesday, even if the night looks like it holds no promise. I went out on a date two nights ago with a guy who in 2017 would have appeared fascinating to me. Persian. Tech guy. Makes good […]

Social distortions

I accompanied Harry to an open mic last night in Ridgewood. I crossed county lines. The weather was good so why the hell not? I’ve never intentionally attended a music open night. I had no preconceptions of what would be played, only that it might be fascinating from a character assembly perspective. People don’t go […]

I don’t look talk like I’m from around here

So part of the journey of self-exploration has been in getting to witness the autistic diaspora. When autism is discussed in a vacuum, rarely does ethnicity come into play. Like most things, autism is discussed from a white place. A male place. A privileged place. A parental place. A neurotypical place. But the great thing […]

It’s all over now, Baby Blue

My grandpa Trav died. He was old and it was a peaceful death after a few falls. Probably one of the sweetest men anyone’s ever met. He loved my grandma Nena til the day he died, which has got to mean something. My aunt called me to tell me this. I was already crying, feeling […]

A fork stuck in the road

I don’t know what it was like to watch Dylan plug in and feel betrayed. I’m not that old. But I do know what it was to watch Billie Joe put on a skinny tie over a black shirt. I got really lucky to experience punk before Blink and emo came in. When I hear […]

What’s the frequency, Kenneth?

On Monday morning, Andrea and Mikey did something that happens to me with regular frequency. I told them there was no way I could ever waitress. I wouldn’t be able to hear people or take orders or make eye contact. They dismissed it out of hand and said I’d probably be really good at it. […]

Your generation

I watched an old Noah Baumbach movie last night from 1995. Kicking and Screaming. Very first wave GenXer. Everyone’s wearing baggy Gap jeans. I’m right at the end of GenX. I have no memories of the 70’s. The girls my age were influenced by Beverly Hills 90210, yes, but more by Clueless. Clueless really gets […]