I haven’t had a good couple of days. Besides the cyclical poverty, which I can’t seem to alleviate without begging money from strangers and friends, I experienced a seductive but unsettling dream. Experience is the best way to describe it because as an event it’s not only had an impact, it has impressed memories on …
5 years ago this month: My colon tore itself to pieces; I had an emergency surgery. I was diagnosed with stage III, then stage IV, colon cancer. I died and was revived during a second surgery. Something’s kept me alive all this time, somehow, despite my not having a great deal of enthusiasm for that project myself. …
[edited] AJ: So, so that was very interesting. Rick: [laughs] My friend ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. He was a 60-something antiques dealer who moved to Prague mostly to escape the… used to say that a lot. Camp ChrisChris was undoubtably my best friend among the sexpats in Prague. …
Santosh We were at some kind of outdoor festival in a hilly town. It looked European but in my mind I thought it was somewhere in the States. Maybe one of those tourist traps sprinkled throughout the hills of Kentucky and Tennessee where you can find shops selling crystals and trolls. They were getting ready …
There’s more than one answer to that but the most direct one is that it’s not possible to continue to fight cancer and also try to support myself — without a caregiver, without family support, without the presence of a spouse or boyfriend, without savings. There have been a couple times when I had money saved …
The instructions tell you to practice the helium method of suicide first before doing it for real. So I did. I was happy to discover that I was completely non-squeamish about putting a bag over my head and tightening the cord I’d attached to the bag with tape. I’d cut the cord off one of …
This puppy cost 450 pesos which means: No last meal. I wavered about including my face. I’m not sure there is an appropriate expression for a photo like this.
My best friend from Prague — at least the best friend who wasn’t also a rent boy — died suddenly last week from an inoperable tumor in his brain. It’s shocked all of us who were close to him, all of the band of believers in boys and, in my case, beer. A few days …
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