December 22
I am meeting Swan for our late afternoon lunch at an East Village sushi bar. His choice. It has been four days of celibacy. I slept a long time after my traumatic and enlightening journal reading binge. I am awake and refreshed, scraped clean and clearer than I have been in my entire f*****g life. I’ve also had a lot of morning caffeine.
As I take my time, showering, choosing the right boot and a shirt and sweater combination that is both attractive and reserved, I understand why Swan has come into my life. He is a teacher, like Jesus.
Well, maybe not Jesus, but he is part of a bright new fate. The celibacy, the domestic violence shelter closing, the phantom nun I saw at Barnes & Noble, the fact that I have been without s*x for four days for the first time in years, my rev
