come_sit_around_with_me kerry we had plans to go to a bar some clients had told me about— library themed, with a great cheese plate and an unusually diverse selection of non-alcoholic drinks. then we were going to walk off the cheese in the gayborhood. but after my freakout i texted her asking if she wanted to just come over and hang out with me and louie, have tea, sit around, and she said it was perfect and she showed up in the black wide leg pants and black ankle boots she wears every single day, a four-pack of coconut water in her arms. she said it’s very popular in brazil, you’ll like it in smoothies. we sat for hours. she was on the big red couch and i was curled up in the antique armchair and we talked about everything: the frailty and murkiness of her relationship and what i don’t see when i’m with both of them together, the workaholic expectations of the east coast and how we (sometimes) miss the laidback passivity of the west coast, the quirks specific to brazilians and americans and then philadelphia, and south philly even more specifically, reverse culture shock, and our exes. her first boyfriend fancied himself a brazilian david bowie, and then there was the pop punk singer who wore black eyeliner, and here she is again—and she shuddered at the thought of the fuschia jacket her partner just bought and how he’s slipping more and more often into what she calls “diva mode,” her hands fluttering in the air like butterflies. what is it about androgynous men? she wondered aloud. the three of us–me, her, and louie–sighed in unison. 220503 what's it to you? who go blather from