We laughed often and hard about everything. After me, Roxane Gay started blogging there. I caused less drama, but I did get let go from Htmlgiant and some feathers got ruffled. Later, he and his long time boyfriend, Chris March, drove me to my house in upstate New York, in a small town called Hale Eddy, and went on long walks along the Delaware River. In real life, we hung out in his messy (we were team messy then) apartment, where he played piano for me. I blogged under a pseudonym there for some time, and it was sort of our “scene”. At the beginning of publishing the Tyrant journal, he’d publish the work of dead, unfashionable writers - F Scott Fitzgerald, Tennessee Williams.ĭuring the Htmlgiant days, Gian and I became even closer. We both were on team friendship and as our friendship grew, we agreed on so many writers and books - the journals of Cheever was a particular bonding moment.

That was how I realized we were not on the same team. I asked, how was it? He said it was great.

I had a crush on him as we began to get to know each other, and on a cigarette break during some reading in Brooklyn -in, like 2007? - he had fucked a priest in Hell’s Kitchen - I think behind a building. The first time I didn’t know him well, but by the second time, we were close. Gian published me twice in his journal, affectionately known as the Tyrant. The Punches: Some words on Giancarlo DiTrapano, on the 1 year anniversary of his death