For the record, I don’t!

You got @benpaddon.net?! They’re great!

Chuck didn’t make me feel like a “distant” relative—in fact, that day I watched him treat everyone like family.

I told him about how I was in the concert and jazz bands at school, and he even let me play a few jazz scales on his fluglehorn.

During the show, he invited me to join him onstage for a song—we improvised together and it’s still one of the highlights of my life. There’s a photo somewhere.

My dad and I took the train in. I remember carrying my trumpet case in front of me, using it to protect myself against the bustling midtown crowd, as we made our way from Grand Central down to the club.

We met before the show, in the green room, and chatted for awhile.

I got a bidet. Game changer.

Yeah. I mean she wrote a whole book series about being bullied by a kid with beautiful blond hair—she’s been after me the whole time.

Incidentally, in my experience, the only people who get this angry about asexual people are… rapists.