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Archive for August, 2006

Vogue

It’s hard to throw away things which belong to those who have passed on. They can’t take it with them, or do they?
One of my favorite black and white photographs in my deceased lover’s portfolio is a snapshot of two naked Mexican guys.
Two models pulled down their pants and leaned over a sofa while he [...]

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Marina Buckley

Marina Buckley is as big as a house. She’s always been, ever since high school. She’s one of my few high school friends who have come to the Big Apple to visit me during my 20 years of life here.
In high school when I owned a pinto, I was afraid to drive up
Tussey
Mountain [...]

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Berlin Walls

A group of guys from the barracks twisted my arm and convinced me to come bar hopping with them in
Berlin.
The military’s ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy was getting old and tired. The only way for me to get laid while in the Army was to hang out with the straight soldiers. We’d go from [...]

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Proposals and Pimps

Shawn may have been a crack head, but he was smart as a whip. He taught me everything I need to know in order to survive here in the afterlife. After his release from a California state prison, he immediately went home and started selling weed.
He was a bad boy and that’s how I like [...]

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Shedding

As we grow old, our hair not only turns white one by one but the texture also changes. It grows limp and lifeless like a penis facing the hands of time.
We masculine men don’t have to live our lives like dandy lions that have turned to seed. If you suffer from colorless limp hair, I [...]

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I have popped inside porn shops for years, just to pick up lubrication and other odds and ends sex tools. On rare occasions, I’ve hopped inside the buddy booths in the back, just to preview some of the porn being played in those 99 channel modern day telephone booths.
One may be surprised who frequents those [...]

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Donald leaned out the third floor window and watched as I watered the garden. I squeezed the trigger on the hose gun and squirted and thick stream of water to the back of the yard and managed to reach the tomato plants without getting out of the lawn chair.
The staked plants were at least five [...]

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Chill

I started writing Chill in prison back in 1987. He was locked away in Utica, serving 15 years to life for murder with a stick at a pool hall in East New York.
He was only nineteen.
The poor unsuspecting soul received my hand written pen pal letter postmarked from Nurenberg, West Germany while sitting bored to [...]

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My eating disorder started rather innocently. A co-work was reading “South Beach Diet” and boasted about how quickly he was shedding the pounds by simply avoiding carbohydrates.
I licked the sour cream with little pieces of scallions from atop my bagel and threw the rest in the waste paper basket next to my desk. I [...]

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