Be careful here; I am not going to make you feel sorry for me or any of my hundreds of  homeless friends.  There will be no pleas for assistance or the request for impassioned volunteers to make this their cause du jour.

Tread lightly here; I am going to put you… Read full post »

you twirled me around

put me in your best dress

hosiery  like sausage casings

high heels too tight

cut up a pair of socks

to make a headband

for my hair

hair you curled with your hands

pinned sparkles

onto

strips of twisted wool

whispered to me

princess

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 I had already made myself a gin and tonic when Blanca called with a last minute idea to take Janet and Nia to a strip club for a bachelorette party in advance of their more formal wedding shower.

It was March sometime. 2002.  I hadn't begun drinking in the… Read full post »

Le Livre Blanc, Jean Cocteau

 

Excerpt from Quality of Life, R. Bertram Poindexter (Stephen) and Robin Sneed (Jack)

 

Dear Stephen,

I have been so unfair to you....

Jack

 

 

 

Dearest Jack,

How have you been unfair?

Stephen

 

My own heart,

Your su… Read full post »

 

Dear Stephen,

What can I say? I thought of you the entire drive back 'home.'  It doesn't feel like home...it feels false...like I'm living a lie.

I got a post office box so you can write me without anyone knowing.

There is so much I am still afraid… Read full post »

For my Raymond...for the kind of love no one seems to think exists anymore.... Read full post »

This is a difficult day. Eleven years ago we lost our friends and loved ones. We lost our dear one, Christopher Newton...a gifted man whom gave us so much. He always said, "Don't just survive, thrive!"

Today, I'm thinking of his message of kindness. You could always count on Chris… Read full post »

 

1978 was the Summer of my fifteenth year on the coast in California and my fifteenth year of being raised in an adoptive family. 1978 was the year a fifteen year old friend of the family came from France to stay with us for the most indelible Summer of my almost fift…

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Until today, I hadn't seen a Steven Soderbergh film since Sex, Lies, and Videotape in 1989. I actually waited in line in West Hollywood to see SL&V along with a line several blocks long of people my age. Sex, Lies, and Videotape was the first film of a filmmaker sure… Read full post »

What if this world, this life, is nothing more than a shell game? The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and deeper still, they are systematically killed off.

What if it is as easy as making a few speeches to get one group of human beings to destroy… Read full post »