It’s Tuesday afternoon on a beautiful September day and I’m sitting alone in St. Thomas Church on 5^th Avenue in New York City, crying that I can't have an orgasm. I’m still crying when I hear it. Random staccato notes on the pipe organ. I laugh, imagining a cat has broken into the organ room and is walking haphazardly across the keys. This isn’t how I expected my day to go, but here we are.