HARVEY FIERSTEIN
Mar 05, 2022
2 minutes
It’s very simple: You arrange for a global pandemic. You clean your desk of all other garbage; you look around the house for other things to do. I made five quilts. I walked the dog. And then the next thing—the only thing—I could possibly come up with, besides cleaning the refrigerator, which is nothing anybody ever wants to do, was to write my memoir.
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