I owe it all to my ex. I had no idea when he left that I would end up sharing my bed with so many men. Granted, it’s a king size bed (everyone should have a king size bed) so there’s plenty of room. Furthermore, it’s a cloud of pillow top softness so all the more comfy. Hence, numerous visitors, day and night.

The night-time visitors are usually the most memorable. Samuel Clemens has been camped out for weeks now and it’s been a struggle to make room for others. For the last three years or so, I’ve had a string of intimate affairs:  Langston Hughes, Bradbury (a frequent guest), Frost, Longfellow, Sherman Alexie, George Orwell, Browning, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hawthorne, Shakespeare, Frederick Douglass, Junot Diaz, Frank Abate, William Blake, M. L. King Jr., C. L. R. James, José Martí and, yes, even Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman. Some controversial characters have surfaced as well such as Karl Marx, Nietzsche, Freud and Rousseau.

I don’t discriminate much. In fact, I am passionately opposed to censorship. Therefore, I will continue to have an open door policy. If some people judge me because of my taste in men authors and slap a scarlet “A” on my forehead, so what.

Like Twain’s famous protagonist states, “You’ll say it’s dirty low-down business; but what if it is?” And I’ll continue to enjoy every second of it.