Some dudes in a Highlander pulled over

On the streets of the Lower East Side. There was a menorah on top of their car. They gave us menorahs. They also offered us sufganiyot. We took it all.

Hello from NYC!

 

The last time I was here I wasn't a published author. Now I am. I'm also here with my family. All of these things make a huge difference. 

NYC doesn't intimidate me. Maybe it should. I'm too busy enjoying it.

Today's writing

That’s the problem with the revolving door of rule around here: the changing guard leaves scars. There’s no real hope of getting rid of history when it lives all around you. In America, we’re different. We knock shit down when it no longer pleases us. A 50-year-old McDonald’s is considered historic. And you know what – I miss my home.

Applied to the NEA

Fingers crossed ... as always.

There are some opportunities you just continue to apply to until maybe ... maybe.

Today's writing

He cocked his head and touched the small of my back. Follow me. We wound our way past political theory and gender studies, ending up at a small sign that said SEXUALITY. 

 “I like to look here,” he said. 

That strange wriggling feeling I already had at the back of my neck got more frenzied. I felt hot at the pulse points. 

Was he – 

 “I’m not gay,” he said, “just in case you’re wondering.” 

 “No.” The response came out as if I had automated it. “Of course not.” 

 “I’m just curious.” 

“I get it,” I said. “I – I –” 

Did I really get it? 

I’d had a few flickers of thinking I was into women, but they’d passed quickly. The bigger issue was that I was still a virgin and I was starting to think that I’d fuck an alligator if it would have me. Virgins felt like an endangered species around these parts, something to be put under the microscope and studied. Here we have it, the American species of hymen. Here’s how it differs from other species. 

Jesus fucking Christ.

Are they not adorable?

 

St. Louis Arch, 2011