mr. boland's boyfriend is black! no, actually, he is not. mr. boyfriend is -- no, he is actually jewish. oooh mr. boland's boyfriend is rich. and i said no, he doesn't make very much money. jewish, i heard when you cannot tell what they is, they jewish. then seth asked in the same tone does he have a big dick? i tried to act indigant. that is really inappropriate. what are you thinking even asking about that? teacher? they chanted in unison. the chinese mothers and many from the neighborhood gave us disapproving looks. the chorus grau grew louder. but it wasn't hate full. it was jolly, cheerful, and human. they seemed happy for me. where was all of the hate? why had i not just done this from the start? i blushed. i was standing on east broadway surrounded by a group of thuggy teenagers who were chanting about my boyfriend's junk. who had i become? victory! >> i know ed from -- he was one of our first board members for the eastern american writers workshop which recently celebrated its 25th birthday. a bunch of us were in our 20s that formed this