MTV documentary in which I appeared in 1993: The Seven Deadly Sins.
Sin I represented: Anger.
Celebrity with whom I was paired: Ice-T
Number of times Ice-T and I saw one another or spoke: 0
Subject matter of my featured spoken word piece, taped at the Nuyorican Poets Café: My stepfather.
How my brother, then in high school, knew that the girl in the MTV documentary was me: he recognized the baby photo featured in the art direction of the segment.
What my father said when he called me on the phone soon thereafter, having not spoken to me for 19 years: “It is I.”
How I interpreted his sudden interest: the lure of what seemed to be at the time a whiff of literary recognition.
Where my father sometimes took me as a child: the Museum of Modern Art.
Notable childhood MoMA experience: purposefully whacking a sculptural piece constructed from twine, old boots and a tin can, setting off the central alarm system.
How my father reacted: He yelled at the guards and criticized the bullshit art.
How I last pictured my father: tall, imposing, in a fringed suede jacket, white oxford, jeans, brogues.
What I wore to meet my father in front of the Museum of Modern Art: purple long-sleeved tee shirt, vintage ankle-length black velvet skirt, black wedge heels.
What I carried: vintage purse.
How my father looked: frail, white-haired, effeminate hands and limbs.
What my father wore: belted trench coat, jeans, running shoes.
What my father carried: plastic Korean market bag.
What my father said when he first saw me: “I see you got all dolled up.”
What happened at the diner where we went for lunch: The waitress arrived while I was in the ladies room, and when I returned to the table my father had just finished ordering. “I’ll have a tuna sandwich on toasted wheat with lettuce,” I said, “and a cup of cream of tomato soup.”
“That’s funny,” said the waitress. “Your father just ordered the exact same thing.”