Do your homework before you make arrangements for your death.

Exmother, as part of her last wishes, encouraged people to donate to Autism Speaks in her name. I'm guessing that she got the idea from her experience with my son, which is laudable.

The problem is that Autism Speaks is a problematic organization. Their mission statement treats autism as a disease to be cured and eradicated (that word again), not a natural variation that society needs to accommodate.

Not even death could stop Exmother from doing something rotten. I'll be talking with my son about this, natch, over dinner tomorrow. He may be aware of everything I just wrote here and then some, or he might not.

Nun goes on a swanky non-date.

A mixed-sex couple who I met through Funny Lady – I shall call them Wine Shrink and Z – took me out to a wine tasting at Flight on Capitol Hill, followed by dinner at Plum. It was lovely, and I now feel as I'll be at best second up against the wall when the revolution comes.

Wine Shrink and I have certain... tastes in common. I should get in touch with her about that. She's also someone who's expressed a professional interest in my sex toy, and has provided valuable information about the business side of it.

Was it a date? I'm not the only one to ask that question. I don't think so. Yes, Wine Shrink is queer, but a) it didn't feel like a date, b) she brought her dude, and c) I'm much too old and homosexual to be a unicorn, and I'm pretty sure they knew that going in.

Do I wish it had been a date? You know, I wouldn't have minded. I really wouldn't have minded. I must grudgingly admit that Z seems all right, though.