In the Future, You Can Make Out Anywhere

Last summer, the park was a minefield. All spring, I’d taken walks, alone, ruminating on how alone I was, but knowing pretty much everyone else was, too. Until, suddenly, I noticed everyone was really not alone. It was summer. The benches were occupied by two people sitting at either end who, over the course of an hour, would become two people sitting in the middle. I strolled across the lawn, past people sprawling on blankets with wine and Bluetooth speakers, legs intertwined, fingers intertwined, and sometimes, for the brazen, bodies intertwined. It was sort of torturous, sort of arousing. It felt truly bawdy, like at any point a PG-13 orgy might break out. It was an assault on my own horn.

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A couple of promising trailers to check out: Romeo & Juliet, starring Prince Charles from The Crown; and ZIWE on Showtime. Luke David Armstrong, son of Lance, was arrested on charges of sexual assault. And the pressure to “act like a man” starts in preschool. How to survive a killer asteroid, if you’re worried about that kinda thing. The meaningful story behind Kamala Harris’s new vice-presidential desk. There’s a Heinz ketchup package shortage at the moment. And we’ll be watching Romeo Must Die tonight in honor of DMX.

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