A quickie conversation, in which I catch up with the GWLBWLB star and ask about life after the show, what he’s doing now, and if he remembers the time he and I went on a date in college. Here’s what he had to say.
ME: Hey, lady. So tell me (in pithy little sentences please, I’m a terrible note-taker) what life is like post-Girls Who Like Boys Who Like Boys.
DAVID: Life is the same.
ME: (disappointed) Oh.
DAVID: You want me to tell you it was a game-changer? A transformational experience?
ME: Um, YES.
DAVID: That was meant to happen the second season.
ME: And you aren’t on the second season?
DAVID: EXACTLY. The first season I was just getting my sea legs. I was just establishing myself. So, yeah.
DAVID: No, I’m OK. Actually, I’m fine. Elise and I are developing a new show, which I can’t really talk aout, but I’m really excited about it and hopefully in a month or two I’ll have some exciting news.
ME: Are you a big star now? Do you get recognized on the street?
DAVID: Elisa gets recognized more than I do. She’s got a permanent look. I get recognized less because I change my look every day. To me it’s all drag, you know?
ME: Oh, I know, girl, I know. So what are you doing now? I see you have a blog…
DAVID: Yes! DavidMunk.com. I was trying to come up with a clever name, but then I realized the goal is to be more like a brand and less like a person, so I just went with my name.
ME: Tell me about it.
DAVID: It’s a pop culture blog with lots of different features. Film, music. I have an Etsy store, “Le Crap,” that is a gallery of unusual objets. Basically all the crap I’ve accumulated over the last 30 years. Kitsch that, if it can’t be monetized, at least I can write about it and tell the funny stories of how I accumulated it. I have an “Eating with the Stars” section that is a compendium of celebrity recipes. My philosophy is: “A meatball made by a celebrity is better than a meatball you or I could make.” It all started with this clipping of a Swedish meatball recipe of LaToya Jackson’s from the ’80s that has just given me so much joy over the years. I don’t cook, but just reading it and re-reading it has enriched my life in so many ways. It would be greedy of me to sit on something like that and not share it with the world.
ME: Do you remember our date?
DAVID: When we were kids?
ME: Omg, yes. We WERE just kids. Living in the dorms at NYU. 1984.
DAVID: You had that long hair and I had a crush on you.
ME: I DID have long hair. *SIGH* And you used to leave me little mash notes in my box.
DAVID: I don’t remember where we went on our date. I remember we ended up in my room afterwards.
ME: I’m pretty sure we ate in the dining hall, and I brought a lace table cloth and candelabra, then we went up to your room to listen to musc in the dark.
DAVID: There was probably some making out.
DAVID: So much of that time is hazy to me now. It’s like looking through gauze. There’s not a lot about college I remember. Just that everything seemed to explode after being repressed for so long. Coming to the big city, going out to the clubs, that’s what I remember, not the actual classes.
ME: Oh God yes.
DAVID: I probably wasn’t mature enough to handle the responsibility.
ME: It’s true, it’s true. Oh, hey, today is your birthday isn’t it?
DAVID: Yes, it is!
ME: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! What are your plans?
DAVID: We don’t make a big deal about it in our 40s, do we?
ME: HA! No.
DAVID: My boyfriend and I are probably going to dinner later, then I’ll see Elisa next week…
ME: Well, take care, babe. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.