Letter to My Father

I wrote this letter to my father 40 years ago. It’s interesting that I never talked about being gay. Truth is: I didn’t come out to myself until 1990, three years later! He was in deep decline by then and died before I was comfortable enough to tell him. Coward! It doesn’t matter; I’m pretty … Read more

Jeffrey and the Gigantic Gym Convict

My old pal, Jeffrey, called the other day.  Jeffrey’s more than a pal, actually.  He masqueraded as my son for several years back in the early ’90s in Long Beach (CA, not NY).  Oh, Gawd.  It’s a long story, but I am urged to push forth and present this: Much Needed but Hardly Relevant Background Information … Read more

Father

I grew up in fear of my father. No, he didn’t beat me. He spanked me for awhile but not to the point that I would call it ‘beating.’ My fear was more primal and irrational than that. I thought he would kill me. I cannot remember a time when he was not my adversary. … Read more