A couple of months ago I went off on a little diatribe about the good and bad of the self-publishing world. I was ticked off by some really crappy work that boasted a nearly five-star rating from readers. It had me questioning the credibility of self-publishing. Now, the world of traditional publishing has stepped in … Continue reading A self-inflicted wound in the world of traditional publishing
Sweet 17 It is 1971. Lorraine Geiger, my mother, is embarking on a new life as she joins her husband in the dizzying world of the NYC Fashion industry. Their recently acquired apartment is beyond their wildest dreams. My dad, Bert Geiger, who has not come out as gay yet, has been befriended by Antonio and Juan, … Continue reading Sweet 17
In this gender bender of life we render maybe we should be more kind and tender and offer more fruit than rind.
There she was, on our late afternoon walk back from El Llano Park, on the terrace of San Matia’s Jalatalco Church in Oxaca. Her cascading pink dress flared around her feet like the bell in the tower, ringing for her. There she was, beautiful to behold, flanked by generations of the women in her life, … Continue reading Sweet 15
Late one evening my sister, Christine, has her friend Sharon Cauflin over. They are dancing to a CREAM album in the cavernous living room. I am pissed at my sister for letting Sharon wear one of my favorite shirts without asking me. She has left really stinky armpit BO as a memento. They smoke some pot together, … Continue reading French Kiss
From “Daddio”A Collection of Sories from Memoir: Perils and Redemption of a Female Sex Addict Growing Up with a Closeted Gay Dad That Los Angeles summer I languished in bed, sleeping in every morning. I am 14 or 15 and have taken over my oldest sister’s bedroom after she runs away and refuses to come … Continue reading Wake Up Call
Today the clouds play cards and their faces are cut by stone, with glossed over eyes of granite, finely carved. I walked by the Municipal Services Center where folks pay bills and parking fines and where that banner hangs calling Saint Petersburg the City of Sunshine. I walked by the Newsstand from the Tamba Bay … Continue reading Cloud Watching and Card Games
Mojo “I want some of your mojo!” I declare, laughing, as I fall in step with the 6’ 6’ black gentleman on the Casino dance floor. I haven’t been familiar this brazen part of me in along while. She shows up once in a blue moon unexpectedly. Well the moon is full tonight and Jupiter … Continue reading MOJO