The very first dirty word I ever heard out of Edmund White’s mouth wasn’t what I expected. I was expecting the OG of Gay Literature to blurt out cocksucking, finger fucking, felching, something like the no-holds-barred vocabulary of his books. But no. The first dirty word Edmund White uttered when I met him was “pussy”. We were sitting in choice orchestra seats at a production of Uncle Vanya at New York’s City Center when the curtain rose and leading lady, Cate Blanchett, appeared. She was this close to us. Ed leaned over and twittered, “I can see her pussy” which we actually could through her diaphanous underpants. We both howled like school girls, and I could tell Blanchett heard us and sent a scathing look our way. That made me like Ed immediately. That was also the time he told me the story of “awful Lillian Hellman” who, whenever she went to the theater and had to leave her seat, would deliberately step hard on the feet of the people in her row. “A meaner woman you never met.” Ed loved telling this story and repeated it many times at his apartment cocktail gatherings.
