I watch a lot of documentaries. Recent ones of note are Phoenix Rising, Surviving R. Kelly, We Need to Talk About Cosby, Groomed, Allen vs. Farrow, Tell Me Who I Am, and Children of the Cult. And that’s just to name a few.Continue reading
You can’t regret what you can’t control. It’s impossible.Continue reading
Freedom of Mind and Other Acts of Self-love
Hit me with your rhythm stick! Maybe that’s what I should have titled this one. In any case, I think I’m going to hit a little heavier today and share something from the book I’ve been working on for the last several years, Queer as Mud.Continue reading
Not much, and a lot has been going on. My sale continues through the 25th, I started a new painting, I’m writing, and my partner publicly came out yesterday morning. Which one shall I address first?Continue reading
Hurry Up and Wait
This is the crux of my anxiety. I’ve been hurrying up and waiting for too long. It’s been putting me into such a lousy mental state, it ain’t no bag of clowns. I wanted to title this entry, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Which would better capture how I really feel. Because, while the world passes me by, I’m left here, sitting on my hands looking like a coward, and perhaps I am. Or, at least I have been until now. What do I mean by that? Well, brace yourself, because this is the bomb before the book.