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Category Archives: boys
Modern Love?
Inspired by an episode of GIRLS I’ve developed an idea that I could easily write (and have published) an essay for the NYTimes Modern Love column. It’s not because I think it is easy, rather I believe my story is … Continue reading
Epilogue, for Bowie
“Right now, it feels as if the solar system is off its axis, as if one of our main planetary anchors has lost its orbit. That said—I am certain that wherever Bowie is now—I want to be there someday” — … Continue reading
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A Conversation.
“Mitch,” asked Robert, “was that dreamboat that graduated your sophomore year, right? He dated Sarah, my mentor, for a period. I think. I don’t really remember, but if it is the same Mitch I’m getting a starry-eyed, glazed look in … Continue reading
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Bad education.
Tony claims to be jealous of alter boys: the pomp and circumstance, the eucharist and the fondling. He seriously states that as a young boy he was so starved for touch that he would have welcomed older hands and their … Continue reading
Literary interlude
I’ve grown beyond Tony this morning. Instead, I thought you would enjoy this excerpt from the best book I’ve ever read again and again. Page 54 of Autobiography of Red reads: “As in childhood we live sweeping close to the … Continue reading
Florid
Flushed with rosy color; ruddy. Very ornate; flowery: a florid prose style. Archaic. Healthy. Obsolete. Abounding in or covered with flowers. Tony the celebrity believes he should have his own clothing line. He asked me to suggest a possible name … Continue reading
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Symposium
Tony and I have an outstanding argument about identity. Ironically, he feels that it is inherent while I claim it is posturing and habit. His side of the discussion involves the straightening of his wig and a hand shoved inside … Continue reading
Full disclosure
It should be noted that my memory is a bit crooked. Thankfully, Robert has a mind for details. I’ll let him explain: “one tiny correction, though: it wasn’t a beck CD, it was PJ Harvey’s “stories from the city, stories … Continue reading
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Resolution or revolution?
New year. New Attitude. New tux? Fat chance… But it is clean and starched. And Tony went for a spa treatment. Things seem to be back to normal. Tony has sworn off hallucinogenic substances. I’ve promised to write more. And … Continue reading
Tony only travels by train
Looks like I have to buy a suitcase. Now that there have been real, unimagined comments posted, Tony has decided we must move. (Can anyone say hangover?) Move far away from what he has determined is my computerized portal into … Continue reading
Me and Mr. Jones 