You and meNo room for threeDon’t you love me? We’ve come so farI thought I was up to parGet out of the car I feared this callI thought we had it allMy head against the wall You want to exploreYou’re…
Creative Writing
Steve
“Her name is Steve. I think I once loved her.” Is how I want to introduce her. But I don’t, I hold my tongue, twitching like a snake’s and my stupid heart slithers back into place. Down boy. “This is…
Chubby Chaser Prom: A Reminiscence
I sit on my bed with my laptop, my back against the wall so nobody can see what I’m doing. The website I’m signing up for is called Adam4Adam. The margins are mosaics of gay porn links. Bareback Twinks. Broke…
Queer Pets: A Love Story
They are ‘making it work’ in a 2×4 foot enclosure in a drafty corner of a college apartment, with only shards of alfalfa and some stale pellets to eat, and a very full litter box, but love conquers all….
Not Good Like Us
Fight fight fight Kill kill kill They are the enemy Not good like us I am the teen lesbian Kicked out by my parents She is not my daughter Not good like us Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide No…
Cathy Opie: Geography Becomes Identity
Monday, Jan. 23: UCLA Architecture and Urban Design presented Cathy Opie to speak. See a slideshow of some of Opie’s work here. Cathy Opie’s lecture came to me as a surprise. As an admirer of Opie’s portraiture, in particular her…
Desperation is an Ugly Color.
Desperation is an ugly color on my bruised, aching skin. It’s a panel of screaming horrors driving away my fading illusion of comfort. “Take me! hold me! save me!” Me, me me, ignore all the others. Be my escape.