Wow, where to begin!
I am gay, so I was not interested sexually in Zinga. Furthermore, if I'm interested in someone I do not harass and I resent she imagines me capable of doing so.
Zinga asserts that I masturbated and watched porn in my room during her stay. How could she tell when it was one or the other? Was she spying on me? And how does she know I wasn't having sex with an actual person? Am I so ugly I cannot attract a sex partner and I'm condemned to "jacking off" and watching porn (lol)? C'mon, give me some credit!
Yes, there are condoms in the hallway; they had been there all along, are still there and Zinga should not assume they presence was related in any way to her. For more than 25 years, I have been and HIV activist, I am involved in HIV prevention and attend meetings and functions where condoms are made available, which I pick up and bring home. I don't hide them because it doesn't embarrass me to have safer sex and I think that an obstacle to end the HIV epidemic is the false morality that Zinga exhibits. I am sorry that this hurt her sensibility but in New York City, seen condoms in somebody's house is a good thing; it tells you prevention and good communication are preferred there.
This is going to sound funny but the condoms that Zinga saw on the kitchen table are actually art! I brought them from an event organized by Visual AIDS (Website hidden by Airbnb) agency that promotes HIV related artistic expressions—because of their ingenious presentation. The condoms are enclosed in small ziplock plastic bags and covered by light cardboard with images that can be funny (two astronauts of unknown gender in their "moon suits," embracing and attempting to kiss in their forbidding attires); decorously sexy (a seductive Latina in a modest white bodysuit, garter, red pumps and elaborate necklace); politically affirming (text repeating "my body is not a biological weapon - my body is not a biological weapon - etc.); or sex-positive and gender unspecific, the image that Zinga misread (a person in a lace bottom with pearls hanging from above and red fingernails, which she thinks is a man, embraced from behind by two other hands also with red fingernails). The images are meant to generate discussion. That Zinga thought they were some sort of come on on my part reveals her psychological makeup rather than my intensions.
About 10 days into Zinga's stay I remembered I had not watered the plants in the room, definitely my miscalculation since I had not had guests staying that long. I did walk in to find my plants had been dying. She didn't have to tell my anything but it would have been nice she showed solidarity with her host and alert me of what had been going on in front of her eyes. I watered the plants and brought to the kitchen the one that was in worse shape. That evening I found she had taken the plants she could lift out of her room leaving them in a dark hallway. I was very angry that she had taken such a liberty in what was still my place, but I apologized next day, but I told her that the plants had to stay where they were because that is the sunniest room in the apartment and that she had to water them if she did not want me to go in. She agreed to that and put them back where they belong.
At some point, looking at my window from the street, I noticed that Zinga had removed the glass globe covering the light of the ceiling fan. I thought that she had overstepped my trust but chose not to say anything given the plants issue. I thought that if she put the globe back before she left, I would be satisfied. On her last day, she texted me asking if she could check out at 11pm. I said yes and she thanked me, but when I arrived home at 10pm to say goodbye I found she had already left leaving the front door open. The apartment's keys were on the room's table next to the glass globe that had not been replaced in the ceiling fan. I also found wrapped in the sheets and the towels I gave her, other towels she had taken from the bathroom over the days, some of them irreparably soiled with makeup.
I still gave her the best review I could; just six nice but truthful words. Some of the stuff I mentioned above I conveyed to her in my private review. I am annoyed to have to waste time responding to Zinga's unwarranted comments.