Years back, Robert and I also collaborated for a whole tale about men’s and women’s bars.

Years back, Robert and I also collaborated for a whole tale about men’s and women’s bars.

Offered our diametrically compared methods to work — him sculpting phrase by phrase, me personally attempting to blurt a messy draft out then return back and tinker — it is magic we didn’t started to blows.

Our research had been “dating” one another — Robert dragging me personally into homosexual watering holes (he had been careful to select pubs he didn’t frequent, lest we cramp their design), me personally strutting him into lesbian spots. A few weeks ago, he said he’d reread the storyline and thought it had been actually bad — small tips, clunky prose. And looking it over, I experienced to concur. Still, Robert, you had been the boy date that is best we ever endured. — Alisa Solomon



Listed here is our final top ten:

1. A kiss while watching Blue Willow to make certain that most of the globe would understand.

2. Trading marriage rings over pastrami.

3. A condo with green carpeting and red walls we could make our own that we knew.

5. A bathtub filled with kittens and William meowing to be noticed.

6. Our very first anniversary, I-95, and a tree that is growing.

7. A cold February time in Berlin looking for art and working with snowfall and combat that is torn-up.

8. March 26, 1993: City Hall, domestic partnership, and a bride that is nervous.

9. The Statue of Liberty — a kiss salt and— and pepper shakers.

10. My birthday celebration this when you struggled to light a candle and carry the cake yourself year.

And undoubtedly viewing you while you slept for 2204 evenings. Do you know what? We nevertheless do.

“Always to my head. ” Perry



HOW CAN ROBERT DIE — and leave us to alone watch Nixon’s funeral? Well sup­plied with a good amount of cigarettes, take-out consumes, and gallons of caffeinated drink, and sharing a shared loathing for the abruptly sanctified former prez, Robert, their fan Perry, and I also will have had a ball together with his send-off. In the end, utilizing the possi­ble exceptions regarding the endless Menendez boys’ courtroom drama together with Tonya & Nancy variety show, it was the television occasion regarding the period: Five-Presidents-and-First-La­dies-Five and Bob Hope, politicians galore and a number of low priced crooks (often one therefore the exact same), together with incomparable Spiro Agnew. Oh, the way the bile might have mingled with unbridled laughter even as we re­acted to all or any that pathetic posturing and cant, and undoubtedly Senator Dole’s Emmy­-worthy breakdown that is little the conclusion of their eulogy. Then we might have centered on the important material: Barbara Bush’s K­-Marche faux pearls, the Carters’ seeming dyspepsia, and whether Alexis Carrington Colby, oops, i am talking about Nancy Reagan has already established another lift.

Never to dis Tricia’s and Julie’s grief, but — ­oh, please! — their pop music was in fact preparing their last farewell as a significant TV comeback unique ever since he split fast through the White home back ’74, which is exact­ly just how Robert and Perry and I also could have relished it — since yet another great television occasion that included with the dwelling upon which we built and nurtured our relationship. For most­ly, in the last 15 years (in accordance with Perry additionally working the remote since ’88), Robert and I viewed television. One or more times per week and, dependent on that which was on, often a whole lot more usually — we went up to Robert’s (after which Robert and Perry’s) apartment; I happened to be house — you realize, the spot what your location is constantly welcome. And although we chewed over sets from our very own work to all of the present problems and gossip, our main task ended up being television, a lot of it, the whole thing — the news headlines, Mary Tyler Moore reruns, many years of Dynasty, tennis, fig­ure skating, Murphy Brown, election re­turns, lousy dramas, prizes programs, and, first and foremost, beauty pageants. We took all of it in, savoring the purest moments — Sue Sim­mons and Al Roker, such a thing from Delta Burke’s delirious Suzanne Sugarbaker, the self-referential brilliance for the final New­hart — and commenting upon, twisting, spitting straight right back, and otherwise manipulating a lot of the sleep for the own function: good con­versation. And perhaps it absolutely was simply a reason become together.

My personal favorite TV memory is of a beauty pageant a couple of years ago, by which a contestant had been expected something such as: In one hundred years, that do you believe will soon be considered probably the most influential girl of this 20th century? Which was precisely the sort of thing we delighted in — and took dead really. After much hysterical laughter over the contestant’s response — Babs Bush (then very very First Lady) — we first needed to deconstruct issue. Just What will be the optimum solution in order to win the contest? Just exactly What will be the answer that is right? Probably the most im­pressive? Probably the most clever? Eleanor Roose­velt ended up being the answer that is obvious too apparent, we decided. Then Perry popped in with Madonna. We liked that, but nah. We thought difficult and created Anne Frank. Ooh, they liked that. Impressive option. After which, a few momemts later on, Robert seemed up, eyes twinkling, and stated defini­tively, “Lucy Ricardo. ” Ever the thoughtful, deliberate journalist, he had worked it through. And, needless to say, he was appropriate.

The good news is, lacking Robert, lacking him ter­ribly, I find our alternatives somehow ironic. For while Perry and I also have constantly continued together in a fashion that just might think of Lucy and Ethel or, to modify to my medium of expertise — Donna Summer and Barbra Streisand carrying on in Enough will do — Robert, well, Robert really had significantly more than a little bit of Anne Frank in him. In both their work — being a movie theater critic and particularly as being a journalist documenting the horrors of AIDS plus the battle for homosexual legal rights — and their individual life, he first looked when it comes to good in other people, when it comes to good plus the possible. He might be angry or cynical(cf. Nixon), but he had been basically a form, large guy whom did his damnedest. And like way too many associated with the most readily useful TV shows — say, I’ll Fly Away — Robert ended up being canceled way too quickly. Oh, Robert, we never ever surely got to state, “Hi, Roz! ” — Jim Feldman